Glory Poem by Kieran Sam

Yet another last ray of hope,
Abandoned somewhere long past;
Sure of nothing to change till our last breath.

Bred, stained, and coiled in hate,
Holding on to it as our only strength;
Where love fades, darkness reigns,
And, survival serves the only purpose:
To what end...?

Barren cracks of the earth
Where we stand, thirst
For a touch of snow; night clouds
Might bring home.

Another bell tolls afar,
Now to the unknown we must rise and walk.
Return or no return,
In glory will be our names,
Or at least, so we are told.