A deep descent, an echoed crack,
Barrage of blades lodged in one’s back,
A flowing trail of dark ichor,
An era gone forevermore.
Static screens and broken light,
Headquarters frozen in the plight.
With shattered glass and all unnerved
A downward spiral undeserved.
But in one’s grasp, a single spark,
A wisp of hope amongst the dark.
Renewed strength and building beams
Not all is broken at the seams.
So hold the flame, though it may burn,
Through day and night with toss and turn.
Encased in ice, and just below,
There’s luminance, that warmth, that glow.
For at one’s side, in winged reveal,
One at a time, the feathers heal.
And from the dust that settles down
A glimmer finds a once lost crown.
But only if one stands to fight,
Can hearth and home be within sight.
So reach out for that silver line,
In test of time, all will be fine.