Despair

Elusive by nature.
Mysterious by design.
Something to nurture?
Something to resign?

To grow it must endure.
Beaten, scarred beyond repair.
It will be better we assure.
In the end all we have is despair.

The darkness encroaches.
Can anyone come to our aid?
As our end approaches.
The sun begins to fade.

As we look into the brilliance.
We notice it was never there.
Under the moon in our ignorance.
The shadows draw ever near.

Around the fires we huddle growing ever madder.
Cower as others venture into the dark.
Do they seek the the horrors that gather?
Or for the memory of of light they embark?

The coals grow cold.
And the last of our hope fleets.
And we fearing our youth wasted, now grow old.
The others lost despite great feats.

Desire lost in smoldering coals.
Ambition wasted at the gallows.
Memory full of holes.
As the fire dies our soul hollows.