in the darkest darkness

before dawn breaks

in the deepest of waters

in the blackest of lakes

at the steepest climb

when the ground shakes

when you are forced

to up the stakes

it might seem like 

it's only snakes

and the ladders have all

been displaced

but one plus one remains two

and every step forward

makes a winner of you

it might be slow

in the wetness of snow

or a tangle of reeds 

in those deep black seas

but forever be faithful

to the drop of light

the golden saviour

in the distance hovers

waiting to lead you

those two steps forward