Weep not, comrades

Weep for me no more, comrades
Though sorrow flows like an unending ocean,
pain sinks like a giant boulder at the bottom of the river
Hope seems like a distant dream,
And life dangles too far from grasp
Untrustworthy soil floats rooting us no longer.
The distorted balance swings.
The woods no longer shield us from harm.
Fear lingers spreading its spore, littering the atmosphere.
The foe follows the stench.
Victory seems like a distant dream,
failure far outweighing attainment.
You harbor thoughts, questioning why antipathy, wins.
In a world were the enemy seems to burgeoning,
And the ethical, shoved into the darkest corner.
Weep not for us
Who stand yonder distant realms
Not so far, hidden but not unseen.
We weep more for the anguish of you
Left to walk the earth with monstrous
Creatures who proclaim themselves gods and feed themselves fat off the blood of the innocent.
Weep no more I say
Fire grows in bitter hearts of stone
Melting it and setting it with blitheness.
Let the steam of your fury give way to the light you shine.
It isn't day, that is the absence of dark but dark that is the absence of light and only with it, will victory prevail.
Dawn always comes no matter how long darkness lingers. And comrades, your dawn draws near.