The stench
of darkness,
Discordant with
the long forgotten stars,
Stretching
beyond the horizon,
Bleakness.
Wait!
There!
A spark.
Did you see that?
It sparked
I tell you.
The hope
sparked!
But it has
gone again
Blown out in
this land of despair
For now
Yet if it
is sought, one day it will surely be found
Then it
will not go out.
The wood
will be ready
And the
fire will blaze to the sky,
Its light
reaching to the horizon,
Its heat burning
away the clouds,
To reveal
the stars once more.
