Filthy Faith

The eclipse descended, cloaking all in shade, A silent hush where shadows played, Yet even in darkness, hope’s ember burned— A spark of dawn, a lesson learned. The night withdrew, the light reclaimed, A cycle endless, death unnamed, For after dusk, the sun’s rebirth— A testament to life's true worth. So let the darkness come and go, Its fleeting shadow, transient show, For in the end, the light prevails— A promise whispered in the tales.