• An aurora of biting winter
    Bestowed apon a seed
    Dark clouds lamented with sorrows
    Shall rain onto it's deeds.
    The sun and the moon will pass it by
    To oblivious, forgotten and assured...

    Tomorrows hope,
    Why introvert and grope,
    In the blameless accord of divinity?

    An elegy of darkness
    Cradled in the dark,
    Now claws it's bloody fingers
    Out of its cell trapped heart.
    Pulling itself together
    and reaching for the skies.
    For in the summer harps glory
    In freedom, a victorious day.
    It will blossom white gold
    And in the beautiful Month of May.