Was scattered throughout the air.
Around, the lights shone brightly,
But for him he did not care.
He simply trods down the road,
Indiff’rent his path would be.
Expressionless his face was,
Walking uncontrollably.
A fruitless search he began,
Yet surrender? No, he’d fight.
He resumed his noble quest:
The search for the hope and light.
Throughout that time the city
Broadcast glamour and appeal,
But these illuminations
Were without a doubt unreal.
Wait, hold on! It’s just midnight –
Far too early in the morn’!
The darkness still envelops;
The dawn has yet to be born.
Hours and hours later
And sunrise he’s yet to meet.
Darkness would claim victory
And with waiting came defeat.
But soft! what is a-stirring
From the horizon afar?
He’d remember this moment
When the light shone without bar.
The melancholy he faced,
This sickening depression –
It would all be washed away
And end his oppression.
But good things come to an end
As daylight’s hours went past.
The forecast made was crystal:
Skies of darkness overcast.
His waits would be forever
And with joyous thoughts he knows:
Hell spawned these glam’rous façades
As eternal darkness rose.
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