Whilst sitting at my computer playing Tetris I came upon an idea for a poem. I would like to share that poem with you.

When the fire begins to leap,
And the darkness is unfurled
The soul of man, so dark and clouded,
Begins to see the light.

Like the Veil of a mourning widow,
Or the hood of a man damned,
The darkness is lifted
And only light remains.

When the fire begins to fade,
And the embers lose their glow.
The world again is dark,
Grasped once more in shadow.

The darkness does not remain,
For when man has his chance,
He will rebuild his fire,
and watch flames begin to dance.

I hope you like this.

comments are appriciated.