For the dejecting spirit down to its strife,
For the despondent soul pierced in knife,
For the oppressive black omen bound to rife.
A luminous light sparks within the vein,
Arms embrace the gaiety that reign,
Blithe countenance dominates, no feign,
Melancholy subdued, low-spirited rein.
Rivers of motivation drown its reluctancy,
Sculpted self came out to its efficacy,
Its call for a change hoisted as advocacy,
That opens way to its yearning ecstasy.
Yet the propitious aurora crawls down to obliteration,
The sinister blood burst out in celebration,
Vengeance ascend in profound desperation,
With its eye situate to its noxious manipulation.
The devastating treasure created a baleful history,
Of an affectionate psyche whose hope turn to misery,
Its silver lining shatter down in victory,
Still enduring life's agony with enormous bravery.
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