No fear of the dark

If there was anything I never was afraid of,
it was of the darkness shielding dreams
of a reality of everything beyond reality
but much more real than reality,
of hidden knowledge, usually buried alive
but the more surviving just for being lost,
of martyrdoms of ghosts that never could be silenced
for their crying of eternal desperation for their loss
of rights, of justice, truth and their true stories;
and of all and everything that only could survive
and live the better for the unpenetrability
of the protecting dark; and finally
there is no darkness and more depth and richness
more magnificently overwhelming and profound
than in the darkness of the soul
that dwindles on in ever deeper darkness
going on forever.