Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death,
The ever-reaching twilight
Does not in darkness end
For even at the darkest hour
When I'm breaking with despair
My lantern's flame will not be doused
But relit by a friend.
As I'm sure you've noticed, first part's copied: I liked the opening lines, but didn't like the rest of the poem much, so I made my own.
Lines 3-8 © 2009 Fyrna Ela'eren All rights reserved.