Silent first
Roaring next
like a frieght train,
Crashing into the vines
of infested darkness,
Colliding
into the heart,
Giving birth
a tree of Eden,
Which spurts out
hope,
That cuts
down the the despair,
Only to leave the view of the blissful sight of Eden,
Radiating like the eternal chalice,
And as quickly as it came,
It extinguishes with a whisper
