Now, clenched in his hands a fate unchanging.
This light now dimming, a wish held dying.
A reality to burden the heart.
The fear that gripped, so very familiar.
Walls of hate no embrace could penetrate.
Tears its mortar; no crueler friend indeed.
He cried for council, the answer the same:
Of fools believing in dreams. Mere whispers.
Empty sentiments. Such pretentious tongues.
Care not trivial thrones blinded in sight.
These soulless masses awaiting nothing;
Finite specks existing for their own end.
Self resolve defiant but breakable.
A knowledge ever frail to hidden truth.
Left with hope; a flight no wings could carry.
Now, yielding to encompassing beauty.
Eyes unbound from a dream fading afar,
Into the Love which moves all the heavens.