A Hope Undone

Somber clouds engulfed the formerly cheerful sky,
Swirling slowly like ravenous birds of the night who,
On this day, were so inclined to pay their respects.

The crowd, empty-hearted and beside itself with grief
Lurched from side to side in anguish as it marched —
A dark, brooding mass which languished
At the sight of its fallen heroine.

As they took their seats beneath the unfeeling, white, wintry haze,
They felt as if day would never break again.
The wind began to howl, tearing through the unsteady crowd
Like a frigid blade, carrying upon it the fallen brown leaves of autumn.

The leaves rushed furiously around the crowd,
Binding it in its own melancholy
Until the leaves reached the heroine
Who now lay before them all.

One-by-one they swaggered and swayed, circling the pallid, solemn box,
Taunting the crowd and its bygone hope.
Smooth as stone, chilled and forevermore still, there she lay.
The procession began.

In a moment, the warm, ubiquitous love of the world
Seemed to draw itself from the ends of the earth and
Pour itself neatly over her state of repose —
Sealing the heroine forevermore in her past glory, and
Taking care not to spare a drop.

“Here lies our beloved Truth, upon whose shoulders humankind once stood.”

Thank You!

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