In Day 1
t is a dim, quiet room
Outside we only assume
Reason is losing his patience
Light is sad and lost his luster
Love gave way to hate's muster
Joy is still, no energy left with her
Sadness put up his feet
Hate gets louder
Fear with his laughter
Darkness plays music to fill our ears
I hear a knock and a voice
"I'm still hear!"
I run to the door
a scream from fear
shriek from hate
The door is opened
for something great
a fiery presence
unequal essence
Darkness, Sadness,
Hate, and Fear
tremble and scatter
His warmth alone
drives them off
He is here to stay
Hope is never far away.
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