Exeson
2007-10-28, 12:12 PM
this is a very short poem I just whipped up.
Hope
The power and the raging passion,
Of that gleaming little mark,
The un-embodied strength,
That small living spark,
Shining trough the curtain,
Flashing like a burning dart,
Lighting the certain path,
That shining strength of heart,
That which you cannot capture,
Or cage in bars of dark,
Its song - blissful rapture,
Its power - our hallmark.
Hope
The power and the raging passion,
Of that gleaming little mark,
The un-embodied strength,
That small living spark,
Shining trough the curtain,
Flashing like a burning dart,
Lighting the certain path,
That shining strength of heart,
That which you cannot capture,
Or cage in bars of dark,
Its song - blissful rapture,
Its power - our hallmark.