The Story of Hope

An epic is told to children at night,
A story to be told in times of no light.
When the candle of hope is near entirely dimmed,
A time when the prospects of victory are grim.
A tale to be whispered – to be told,
Making warmth out of the frigid cold.

So: for sake of prevailing good; here goes:

Once, a while back, there was a world.
'Twas free of malice and deep corruption.
The order of the world was smooth without interruption,
For dark and evil had not yet a toll.
The earth was young; without any death,
It had barely even taken a few breaths.

But precipitously, a life was took,
Suspiciously like bait on a hook.
The fated jealousy of one brother
Took its wrath on an innocent other.
And so: for the first time in history,
Mankind experienced its first tragedy.

Two evils were done and our fate
Was sealed – and has been to this very date.
Misfortune followed, as did sadness.
And, aye, so did malice.
These vices grew and took a place,
Deep in the hearts of the populace,

Instilled, they grew,
And tainted our pure realm,
Virtuous natures did they overwhelm.
Many accepted morals had gone,
All because of a brother's wrong.

And, yet, a gift was given,
An endowment that made life worth living.
Hope! A majestic quality!
Hope! A beautiful ability-
A talent to cope-
To withstand the harshest cold.
To survive the scalding desert-
To the side of good 'tis a tether.

This is how goodness survived,
This is what saved future lives...
When the horizon is dark,
When wickedness has made its mark,
We raise our heads and glimpse the sun,

A dawn, a new beginning,

Made by hope, love, and healing.

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