Let There Be Light
Once upon a time,
In a world without rhyme,
Through towns of no chime,
A boy’s faith became sublime.
The boy was as children all,
Jolly, playful, eager to fall
On beds of roses, grasses dewed;
Listen to tales as grandma sewed.
The boy was but deserted,
The night blowing cold.
A moan him alerted,
Found a beast of old.
Its leg was crush’d neath a rock,
It wore a necklace like a lock.
The boy called for help,
But onlookers just did a yelp.
The beast was horrid,
The boy wanting to care.
When the stone had been rid,
Curse uplifted, emerged the king’s heir.
The boy was surprised
As the prince cried,
With tears of joy and hope;
For he knew the boy could cope.
He then led the boy on a tiring trip,
So that he could, his power grip.
On arrival he said,
“I know of a great treasure, laid.”
The boy excited, asked about it.
Found the answer, “In caverns unlit.”
The prince told giving him a map,
“Tread the path of this heavenly quest,
Through a final task, a sacred test.”
The boy followed the map,
Never waiting for a nap.
Around the world he went;
His power, he lent.
He became a man, grew older,
Still walking the road,
He provided to people a shoulder,
Always keeping to the code.
He aided the helpless on his way,
They remember him selfless to this day.
At last, he reached it,
The end, which was where he had started.
The prince met him, opened the lock.
Inside golden letters etched in block:
“Light the way of another,
That is life, my brother.”
The old man, once a boy understood,
He breathed deep, his soul was soothe.
He thought of the lives he had saved,
And great treasures he no longer craved.
Copyright © Prashant Wason | Year Posted 2017
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