In Spite.
Location
Starry Skies on a chilled, solemn night.
The wind at his back, pushed through is hair.
He stood powerfully strong against the winter bite.
Standing tall and wide like a bear,
He slowly scans the expanse, moves to his right
He jumps!
To what?
There's nothing there!
To the abyss he soars, arms spread like a kite
Down he rushed, downward in empty air.
But rather he felt he fell from dark to light.
To a world where there was little to care
Where perhaps it would forever be bright.
But he had forgotten his lady so fair,
He thought of her as he fell, heart filled with spite.
Then the thought of her kiss, filled him with despair.
Never again would she smile at him.
The rose of his world withered away,
As he fell deeper from the brim.
She was the only light in his day,
How could he let her slip away?
Yet, She was not fading, nor falling,
But rather he to the abyss, that was calling.
Screaming his name, in such a comforting way.
He had nothing, need nothing, to say,
He watched in silence, eyes shut tight.
As he lost it all beneath the starry skies,
On this chilled, solemn night.