Interrelation and Other Works

Zeal

We are now in the darkest of nights,

many days, many nights,

many voices

And the women keep tumbling down,

and the old and the weak fall

And the nations grow poor

and break out in war

Huge darkness is tumbling down,

bringing cold on your breath

Death in your step,

fever, and coughing, and senses dull-kept

If we can imagine as if it never was at all

Only bright times and radiance

and chromaticity of memories will call

Claim yourself in the fall,

it's almost up, ages to call

Epochs have stopped,

we are above it all,

let us have hope,

let us have light

Let us survive the fall

as if it never was at all

I press you to find the purpose in these adversities

Even more so, the boldness,

find the courage to be happy

Because in the end,

nothing else matters