Following on from The Hope Of Hope.
Now Hope had joined the others and forward they did stride
But their mission seemed impossible as access was denied.
Minds had been infected by the forces of evil and dark.
The Devil had come a calling and had left his haunting mark!
Despair and Depression were his main weapons of control.
When they struck they pushed their victims deep down a slippery hole.
That hole was stacked with bodies waiting for their death,
Whilst walking through their life breathing suffering as their breath!
Hope aspired for more and offered dreams as a cure
The Devil cried out in a mocking voice – “Are you really sure?
Dreams are illusionary they can lead one to believe
That the nightmare of life can somehow be relieved.”
“No!” he had not finished, adding in contempt
“There is no forgiveness it’s only something that is dreamt!”
Hope and Will had the centre, Belief and Faith on the flanks
And there they stood bravely against the demonic ranks.
Despair drove into battle his weapons armed and primed
Hope was behind the barricades; weakened and begrimed.
Will hid in the shadows not daring to show his face
As Depression hovered above looking down on the place.
Depression led the next wave and Belief took a heavy blow.
The end was not fast coming, death would be slow.
Faith fought on until he thought he could do no more
Then just as Despair aimed his gun Hope gave a mighty roar.
“I’ve seen the will in others die before its time.
They then hide in shadows as if they’ve committed a crime.
I have no desire to hide, nor wish to conceal my face,
I am the sun that warms all heartstrings. I cast light on every shadowy place.”
Depression laughed loudly which in itself caused Depression’s demise!
Despair search his soul wondering why he’d told so many lies.
“I am defeated. I cannot kill you Hope when you are so strong.
I have lived a life of disenchantment. I now know I have been wrong.”
Hope dug a grave and filled it with Despair.
He then sucked the blood from Depression and stripped his bones bare.
From the bones, he made Despair’s headstone and on them he engraved:
Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved
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