Where It Began
Hope got lost when he was very young
Faith was waiting but he just wouldn’t come.
Will came instead and with Faith made a team
They don’t say very much, but what they do say they mean.
Belief joined the club so off the three did go
Searching for Hope but the search was very slow.
Trust sat and watched from his view on the wall.
Choice was sitting next to him but Choice was very small
Trust never saw Choice so he never took a chance.
As the three passed below him without a second glance.
Next came a cemetery with a billion holes in the ground
From where the screams of Hope echoed all around.
The three stood perplexed as they looked up to the sky
Waiting for the wrath of God to strike them down and die.
A single bolt of lightning struck the ground at their feet
As a voice declared loudly – Hope doesn’t die! It lives in everyone you meet.
Hope Has Arrived
Now Hope 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
As the Devil had come to call 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 into every shadowy place.”
Depression laughed loudly which in itself caused his own 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 it he engraved:
Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved
Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive.
He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive.
Despair was an ally but he hadn’t been seen for a while.
When Pain thought of Despair he fashioned a wide sinister smile.
Grief arrived in splendour dressed as a mannequin queen.
With name tags of those she had visited and places of where she had been.
Their tears hung like earrings, their sorrow hung around her throat.
Her smile was not as Pain’s. Hers was a one of smugness, a wide sickening gloat.
Pain’s smile grew wider and as Grief took hold of his hand
The stain of mental anguish began to spread over the disowned land.
With Misery the Three affected millions sending them tumbling to their knees
The infectious strain blew strongly as a gale amongst the leaves.
Pain was in his element as his anguish he bestowed
Adding his torment to the rivers and watching as it flowed.
Grief clung to Misery and wandering they did go
Scything down the people who simply moved away too slow.
The torture of the innocent was the cry of the Three,
As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree.
Never Allow The Devil To Undervalue You
Suddenly Belief recovered and dragged Faith to his feet.
“Come,” he said. “We must go find Hope and Will. But we must be discreet!
“But aren’t they both dead?” Faith uttered in surprise.
“No,” came the reply. “Hope is eternal. Hope never dies!”
The four were reunited and slowly spread the word
Hearts were rekindled as passion was stirred.
Despair had gone and now Depression had faded away.
But the Devil is still out there and will be every day.
Belief and Faith now stand together. The two one cannot divide.
And Hope can conquer the Devil with Will at his side.
Love is their strongest ally, it can stand at your side too,
But only if you remember; never allow the Devil to undervalue you.
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