Dark To Light
The stillness of society hadn't heard the rumble,
It was as if all of the Earth was clearing her throat.
The virus crept in, hovering like a humid storm.
There was no exception, no pass, no second chance.
The mighty fell beside the weak, struggling warily.
Great minds stumbled, while innocents cried,
Why, why is the dark becoming our days?
We cling to faith like fingers to the vines,
As with time we plead for the suffering, and the fear.
The encompassing lunacy fades, and we open our eyes once more.
The dark will again become light.