#acrostic #poetry
Hope springs eternal within humans.
Our cries to our various gods when
Purpose defeats our human spirit,
Even as we implore the dark unknown.
Silver moonlight guides us home.
Pearlescent full moon's gravity pulls a
Richness of thoughts to reason a way
Inside each man-made problem.
No amount of war, death and chaos
Grinds us down, we are human and
So we hope, we pray, and we implore
Every deity we can think of, including
The ones gone before – our ancestors.
Evergreen with whispered wisdom,
Raising energy in memory and song.
Nothing can compare to this tribal
Assault on all of our senses, this
Light that shines from beyond the grave.
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