Pylades to his Orestes
What is there to believe in
in this cold and heartless world
that takes and takes and takes and
never gives back?
The moon lords over the stars,
keeping them in place
allowing none to rise and
shine bright like they could.
But one star stands tall
and proud, looking over the
people of the earth, saving
them from the moon's cold tyranny.
The sun, the shining Apollo,
chases away the cold and
the dark in the souls of
angry, disillusioned men.
I who believed in nothing
would gladly die for my shining sun.