blue shafts of black nights the depths illume
belief struggles to rise and escape darkness
it adorns the water
fluid as life sparkles
the sun rises oblique to the land and the mind of man as a cypher whispers some bright future then collapses as hope is banished in the badlands engulfing all
polished as some gifted virtuoso of words crafts randomness into dark poetry
then the light vanishes
as solitary as a prayer dies
even as the face of a dead child brightens the pallid dawn
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