• Redemption

    A life of malice
    All hes known
    Once rich in years
    Now poor

    He weeps

    His mortality plain
    He muses regrets
    Loves lost
    Pain sown
    Pain reaped

    He weeps
    He regrets

    Could he but undo sins enacted
    Years pass
    Years dwelt in self hate
    His finis nigh

    Stop!

    A flare goes off
    A spark of the will once his
    Same resolve
    Once for ill ends
    Warped

    He will alter
    He has time
    Swiftly his wing
    Once jet as night
    Pierced his pitch aurora
    It shone bright as fire

    He weeps
    He regrets
    He hopes.