Grave of the Fireflies
A sad story of two siblings . . .
In the darkness of wartime
a tragic tale unfolds …
Of two siblings
young and brave
yet
so very old.
A world ablaze.
Their lives in a maze,
Of hunger, of loss, and of sorrowful days.
Fireflies flicker in the night’s dark shroud,
A glimmer of hope, silent.
not loud.
A tale of love, amidst the despair,
Of bonds that strengthen
In a shelter made of stone
secrets they keep.
Of candies, and tears, and promise.
As the world crumbles,
They find their way,
Through the wreckage of life, and the light of day.
A journey of survival and loss
With lots of pain,
A struggle to live,
Yet…
to live in vain.
In the end, the fireflies fade away,
A symbol of hope
lost in the fray.
The graves of fireflies,
a tale of the past,
A reminder of love.
A story of loss.
PS: Inspired by the Grave of the Fireflies (1988) movie.
