There's a story to be told One with hidden treasure and gold All you need as the keys to receive Are some patience and humility...
There was a foundation set in motion to walk upon Broken by the chains of a destructive bond An insecure one and a soul as black as soot Both broken and bruised by the world's cold heavy boot.
Once in a time, the two had met, a week in and war was set They both saw it coming But only one intended to leave it with something.
Fallen they were when the smoke finally fled Soul shattered, the insecure, nearly dead The darkened one made way with the fallen heart For to ****** away hearts was how this dark being was fed.
Could it have been avoided, yes But hope and desperation was what set this fight into motion Many nights and many days have passed But the insecure one's mind is frantic with commotion
One day the insecure grew into a new self, One so much stronger and abundant in mental wealth A heart that could forgive such a tragedy, On a search to willingly promote that dark soul's better health.
Wherever this tale may venture to, Hopefully, it's somewhere good and healthy too, For if it prospers so too will a reason to hope, As a heart with some form of hope, it is a soul, in any state, that can cope.