HOPE

In a dark creek,guarded from all sight
Live they,the creatures of the night,
A life free from harrows,
But can it ever be free of strife.

Haggards born unto a world so dark,
They smile not,fearing forever pain
Lips mocking,breaking into an occasional smirk
Mirth held in such disdain

A gentle stir,strangers pass by
Silhouetted by the ever growing darkness
Theres no reason to fear,nor to smile
Facing each day with an unchanged face

no one sings them lullabies
sleep be an eternal Friend,come hither,embrace
of forgotten dreams,visions long tarried
no painted veil to grace...

and yet they live,for live they must
come here they not to die
hoping for a new morning every day
hope rides out on every sigh..