Breaking the Mold

I read through some of my older posts and someone thought it'd be interesting to see the "what happens after" story behind the poem "And so the world burns." My ideal, was to say...what happens is what you want to happen, a throwback to the old Terminator line, "No fate but what we make." However, I tinkered and tried. Enjoy...maybe? Haha. I tried to keep it, largely simple...so ya know.

And so Light shown

And so the light shown,
hands had joined in unison.
The cinders and ash that fell,
no longer suffocated their hearts.

The permeation of greed,
filtered unnoticed between fingers
laced within others,
equally desperate for hope.

And so apologies were spared,
we all knew it was undeserved...
like a wrath that hanged heaven
upon splintered gallows.

The smoke was only so thick,
and it blew away with voices joined.
A song that rang in the skies,
mended the lives torn asunder.

And so flames licked at the wisps in the sky,
growing higher as guns were tossed to fire.
But for once history showed,
songs rang higher than scathing heat.

The craving for blood died with their fathers,
and follies no longer beget folly.
The pursuit of knowledge was a means to save themselves,
a beacon of the possibility of a future.

And so light began to shine,
the past was merely a blurred scar,
Their eyes stared brightly at the skies -
with faith, history doesn't repeat.