The black waters became even darker.
Agitated waves gathered in circle
And started their tumultuous ritual
I could see the build up helplessly from the shore.
Each star, as if aware of my fate, closed their eyes and were no longer shining
I could sense it coming.
Oceans had gathered and started marching on my soul
Each wave, like footsteps in mud, left deep scars in my heart
The path I had drawn and protected all along started to fade.
When all light disappeared and vanished around me
I looked at my footstep and grabbed the last surviving candle
Together we sat on the cold floor and against all Odds
I opened The Book and reading from the first page I saw, I whispered to the flame
He it is Who sends down water (rain) from the sky; from it you drink and from it (grows) the vegetation on which you send your cattle to pasture
With it He causes to grow for you the crops, the olives, the date-palms, the grapes, and every kind of fruit. Verily! In this is indeed an evident proof and a manifest sign for people who give thought.
Like the finger of the artist rubbing blackened spots
Each verses recited softened dark waters with their light
And He has subjected for you the night and day and the sun and moon, and the stars are subjected by His command. Indeed in that are signs for a people who reason.
I opened my eyes and gazed towards the sky
A tapestry of light was hanging over my head
The crying seven seas were now deeply asleep
And it is He who subjected the sea for you to eat from it tender meat and to extract from it ornaments which you wear. And you see the ships plowing through it, and [He subjected it] that you may seek of His bounty; and perhaps you will be grateful.
A dying candle had defeated a dark moonless night
The words of the creator had put one creation to sleep