Home is behind the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread,
Through shadow to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
On and on, went they,
Called failures, people say.
Lived their life everyday,
Alone like a stack of hay.
But made out of what they had.
With a will that seemed so magical,
Became a force just unstoppable.
And a bond built so beautiful,
Obliterating all malevolent and bad.
Unmatched was their positivity,
Never gave up when in captivity,
From their order came justice,
A sign of the divine aegis.
"Learn from yesterday,
For its secrets reveal the way.
Live for today,
For we are all in the fray.
Hope for tomorrow,
With neither fear nor sorrow,"
They said.
They are fate and future,
Responsible for our coming rupture,
Yet they merely hold the balance,
Between our cowardice and our valiance.
Fight on, even when we mess up.
But whatever it is, just don't give up.
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Firefly
PoetryOne of the few things I've really enjoyed looking up to were fireflies. To me, they are a symbol of hope piercing a shroud of darkness... or a spark of creativity lying in the most unknown of places to be unveiled. That's where I got "Firefly" from...
