A Question of Hope

Dancing Hope skittered through
The shadows, the wastelands, the hearts of few.
She moves and shines and skips around
Within her barriers, her prison bound.

How long ‘til Hope will lose her glitter?
How long ‘til she spits bitter?
How long ‘til her spirit starves?
How long ‘til her grave is carved?

Sleeping Hope dreamed of death;
Of darkness, sadness and loss of Love’s flame.
She writhes and claws with sharp indrawn breath;
Slowly wasting away within Fate’s cruel game.

How long ‘til Hope will lose her shimmer?
How long ‘til she grows ever dimmer?
How long ‘til her life flies?
How long ‘til her eyes die?

Cradled Hope in slumber embraced;
Gently, gently dozing far from sorrow and fear;
So very small, she has almost left no trace.
Love cups his hand to draw her near

Perhaps she’ll wake
Perhaps she won’t

*Rhiannon Oset* © Jul '08