The New Shall Rise Poem by Genevieve Lilith Vesta

She lost her way,
under the midnight sky.
She looked into the dome of black,
the twinkling stars winked back.
Lost inside the world,
lost inside herself.

As night went on,
the moon’s light shined down.
The earth is at peace,
a war goes on inside.
She cannot live,
life is no more.

She wishes the pain will cease,
it keeps it’s pace.
The time will come soon,
the end is near.
The old shall die,
the new shall rise.

Time is near,
soon she will be a memory.
No more looking back,
now is the end.
The pain has gone,
she didn’t feel the flames.

Her soul did not perish,
it only fled.
The time is coming,
it’s a new beginning.