Image credit: Ricardo Reitmeyer

Image credit: Ricardo Reitmeyer

A death’s a merry way
To worship
You might say
A blight of history
The choice made by men
But rising hope
Can crash through darkness
And its reverie
And shine a light
And show the path
Is here again

A simple cross
Is like a beacon
To that darker age
Where cruelty
Was all we offered
To the lost
But something more
Has made its mark
On history’s page
Even though
Such sacrifice
Too great a cost

A death’s a merry way to worship
You might say
But we first must taste of night
To find the day

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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