Dies Irae-It Has To Be
Slack sails await winds.
At first nothing...stillness, then a wisp.
Awakening becomes triumphant,
And he dares to have hope.
Sails hoisted high, hands shield the sun,
Squinting as the rays are interrupted by
Swollen clouds, yet puffs of nothing.
Waiting for snow in the summer,
A blossom in the winter.
Yet nothing exists but hope- dared hope.
Hope left to Sea Gods, hammering thunder into bolts.
It arises. Dragon's head drawn to earth.
But Elpis is silent, no sign of mirth on her face.
Then a trace of smile...Mona's smile.
A quickening of pulse. A slight glance.
A sense of thrill. Wet hands. Dry mouth.
Awaiting with bowed head and clenched fists,
But still no answer. Last chance. Dies Irae...it has to be.
Desperation and despair. He hears nothing.
A feeble dance with destiny, a waltz with faith.
Yet there is that. There is always that...Hope.
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