The undaunted

An earthen lamp
Prolific and fecund
On its solo sojourn
Tours the globe
Tittering – tottering
In Its fiery fierceness;

Rising from flint
The caprice of despotic dark
With its feeble flames unwrinkling
The night’s tired limbs;

Sparks to sparks its dawns
Breaking a spine of the treacherous being called dark
Blowing the ego that pillages
Burning brighter, but dying every hour;

When the cold shivers, run down the vein
In fear or doubt
It unpins the clock, of mist, with the faith of smouldering
Embers that warms of hopeless souls;

Unwavering and rebounding
It is speechless and shapeless
Yet audacious enough to wake
The dead in the grave
Its mortal dreams light the fire of life
Wick by wick
It births the strength that gnaws on the term called despair
Tattering into shreds;

Hail light!
Summon the winds
That encompasses the heaven and earth
For it is the weapon that wins battles and brave the storm
That cause the end of evil and rise of the virtuous
To enlighten and embolden the world
With its tiny flicker.



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