Brazen

When the tears are at the the brink,
The ship of hope's about to sink,
When deep in gloom emotions freeze,
Sears open afresh in the cold breeze,
He reaches out for a helping hand,
And he's left far-far behind,
Aestival warmth gives way to the cold,
Comes to his mind the stories untold,
Creeping and crawling to a crimson cage,
Self-inflicted wounds come of age,
Grotesque manifestation of his fears,
In every little thing far and near,
He yearns in desperation for the sunshine,
And in horripilation, shivers run down his spine,
In resplendent glory and unfazed,
In his sanctum he stands brazed!