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LOVE CONQUERS ALL
THE SKY, ONCE BLUE, NOW BLEEDS WITH FIRE,
A HUSH HAS STILLED THE MORNING CHIOR.
THE OCEANS SIGH WITH BRINY BREATH,
AND WHISPER HYMNS OF ANCIENT DEATH.
THE TREES BOW LOW, THEIR LEAVES LIKE TEARS,
THEIR ROOTS GROWN DEEP WITH BURIED FEARS.
NO BIRD NOW DARES TO PIERCE THE GLOOM,
EACH BRANCH A CROSS, EACH HILL A TOMB.
THE SUN, A SWOLLEN, DYING FLAME,
REFUSES NOW TO PLAY THE GAME.
OF DAWN AND DUSK, OF LIGHT AND SHADE,
ITS GOLDEN PROMISES NOW SEEM TO FADE.
MOUNTAINS CRUMBLE INTO SAND,
TIME SLIPS LIKE ASH FROM GOD'S OWN HAND.
THE STARS BLINK OUT, ONE FINAL CALL,
A CURTAIN DRAWN ON HEAVEN'S HALL.
BUT IN THE SILENCE, SOMETHING SAYS;
A WHISPERED HOPE THROUGH CHOKING HAZE.
THAT LOVE ONCE SPARKED IN THE DARKEST NIGHT,
IT MIGHT STILL OUTLAST THE FADING LIGHT.
Copyright ©
KELLI RITTER
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