Every tear on its way down breaks like glass when they hit the ground.
And yet no one ever hears a sound.
I grasp for the fragments, though sharp they may be.
Cutting through skin and making me bleed.
Hope is a seed that thrives on debris.
I grab a shovel and gripping the handle tight with knuckles white.
I dug this grave in which to place my pain.
The earth fights back, a stubborn cold embrace.
Reflecting the weight of the sorrow that I chase.
Beneath the soil, a darkness takes hold.
Will the seed of hope rise, or remain untold?
Behold the coming dawn.
Up from the grave here comes a song.
A song of angels whose feathers fall.
Torn apart bloody and all.
Their song fills the air, a sorrowful plea,
A lament for the heavens they used to see.
Once radiant beings, now broken and lost,
Their celestial light, forever eclipsed by frost.
The melody weaves a tale of descent.
Of rebellion's fire, and a bitter lament.
The harmony mourns a love that turned cold.
A symphony shattering, a story untold.

Here in this land the Giants stand tall.
Yet, a distant star pierces the endless gray,
A flicker of defiance, refusing to decay.
Though the Giants may loom, I rise to the fight.
Their darkness shall tremble in the coming light.

The pain endured when the angels fell.
Look inside my eyes and can't you tell.
I walk amongst these hellish memories.
I beg and I plead but they won't leave.
Here I am both hollow and empty.
Cracked and broken, like my heart.
What's this?
A glimmer of hope.
A brand new form of art?
A lightning strike in the dead of night.
A spark within my mind igniting life.
Let the storm rage on, let the thunder crack.
This flicker of hope, perhaps just a crack.
In the endless night, a fleeting light.
Lost in the shadows, swallowed by the night.
But see, a flicker not of lightning's rage,
But a firefly's dance on a moonlit stage.
A gentle breeze whispers through leaves of gold.
And tiny bells chime a story untold.
Emerging from blossoms, with wings so glimmering bright.
A fairy ignites, a beacon of light.
Her touch wipes away the tear-stained despair.
Replacing it with wonder, a promise to share.
With laughter that jingles like wind chimes so sweet.
She beckons me onward, to meadows complete
With flora that's bioluminescent, a magical sight.
Where the fireflies paint constellations at night.
In this fantastical realm, where worries take flight.
I danced with the fairies.
Bathed in the moon's gentle light.
Their joy is contagious, a melody pure.
Washing away my sorrow, forevermore.


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