The Darkness bleeds fireflies when pricked by fierce Hope.
Such is I, a product of light born from despair.
Miniscule pool of glowing yellow aura,
On and Off, On and Off - still I survive.
They spin truths about how my sparking self
Can dissipitate so much blackened evil.
Yet I rather wish
For a sun ray to bask in.
Even if I become
Inconspicuous.
A tiny flicker lost in the day's sparkle
Still, glitter needs no fighting
So why are my strengths put on display
And why am I destined to make a difference
Only when the night descends
And of course, I have to fight.
On and Off. On and Off.
Flickering Firefly.
Pray my fire doesn't die.
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