A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a13 - acrostic poetry
Once of Light
Hopeful he'd been, that he could push that long and bitter chapter of his past behind him;
overhead, new flowers bloomed. But it wasn't to be – just a fleeting dream – not
his quiet, peaceful family life, or the world at large like a craftily woven noose
enclosing, a trap it had cut into its own once little and infertile soil,
not understanding. But there were those who did, those who held the reins,
herded the rest, the unwitting, to this fate. To create the stone. To destroy
everyone and everything just to live on. And to think he'd also done that,
immortalised himself that way – no, that was a lie. He'd lived longer, true, but
mourning the lives he'd stolen – and now he would pay for that sin from long ago.