Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

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

© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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2 Responses to Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

  1. There is always Hope, it lives. ☺

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    It does!

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