The ultimate celebration of life,
The permanent victory over strife.
Death was banished forever more,
His legend but a tale of yore.
But the light repeatedly slowly failed,
Darkness will soon again begin to prevail.
Wind whispering through the trees,
Is now becoming a shattered scream.
Death will wander with mindless purpose
To strive to continue its grim service.
A gleam of light, a shine of hope's ray,
Is soon to appear some fabulous day.
Better to sleep and never awaken,
Than enter a reality so forsaken.
How yet can he say such words?
Look at the wonder inspiring birds!
I see merely plague filled skies,
Ravens wishing to dine upon men's eyes.
One looked at the other and said with a sigh,
"Fine then, leave me, I'm ready to die."
The other decided to, his last apology give.
"Sorry, old friend, I desire to live."
So Despair and Hope parted that day,
But now who knows which went the right way?