Playful Memories

It started off as a glimpse of ray lights dancing through a breach.
The murk of a foggy night starts to ingress.

Some say it’s just a stationary feeling of weakness, even a Grinch.
Closer to an edge, how pitiful it is.

Maybe a grip, come what may, a birth of hope’ll soon come true.
The darkness inside me may further ado.

A flicker of hope for a mysterious knight, who knows who,
to come to rescue me, make my light through.