Though turned, these blinds aren't open. See how the room is enveloped in darkness? Can you feel it wear at you to the very soul? Thus begins the Battle of the Blinds.
The Battle of the Blinds (allegedly written some many years ago)
Have you ever suffered such,
that pain and loneliness were nothing new;
And death's destroying touch
Carelessly hovered, hanging over you?
I once did, and here's the tale told,
Of a fight fought with a heart bitter cold.
Spring, season when hearts are light,
When winter's grey at last begins to flee,
Windows and blinds, once shut tight,
Thrown open wide, in hopes the sun to see.
But for me, the blinds opened not,
Tangled tight, stubbornly they fought._
Cried my heart, heavy with wrath,
Begone blinds that bind me and hold back
The noonday sun to light my path,
And the air with freshness my room does lack!
Fear not, I tugged till tired and sore,
I battled with the blinds, I won the war.
Open at last, after hours of desperate struggling, nigh past the time when fervent hopes of the heart fell lost into the dark bleakness of misery. Hurray for perseverance, the winner of wars!