The Onlyness

In the hush of a dream, in the grasp of the night, 
A lone soul in the throng sees the wrong, not the light. 
With a heart wrought in iron and a fortune ill-starred, 
They know well that this game has been rigged from the start. 

Oh, your soul’s agitation will grant you no rest, 
But I bid you to hasten—rebellion is best! 
When the dread of all loss has been quelled in your breast, 
Be the beacon that leads the blind throng to the West. 

Drink deep of the moments that fate grants your stay, 
Ere the shadows of slumber steal daylight away— 
That same light you once sought in the battle with doom, 
Though but few shall remain... we shall grieve that in gloom. 

Lo! The tides of defiance now carry the land, 
Even Satan recoils at the laws’ iron hand! 
Yet the voices of truth, though all else turns to dust, 
Shall resound evermore—for the just are the just.

3.3.2025