A Beacon In the Dark

A Beacon in the Dark © Marvelous Inker On a stormy dark ominous night, When sorrows prevailed and darkness shunned out light, Imagination in her marvelous flight, Alighted my soul with a beacon of hope, There stood upon the very top of the bleeding mountain, A bud that flicker like the fire of the candle wick. Weary, scared and blurry, The road which led to her grandiose peak looked, In my path stood the famous Mr. Hardship adorned With the scanty rags of doubt and fear, With pieces of clothe from the daunting Cloak of Aunt Misery, But time in his shocking fleet, left them behind. A beacon in the dark, A bud of courage and strength, And a spark of optimism got the days going, One day a light will shine. Come on now all who are weary, whose life has become a living hell, God will make Way.