I'm terribly sorry for those of you who put my story on alert – my slow update is shameful. However, for those of you that enjoy this story, I now have an account on FictonPress that will be mostly for my poetry. If you like this, go search me! I will be allowed to post stories tomorrow at noon, so if you search me by Wednesday, I should have some stuff up. My username is The KlorpMaster .
And now, without further ado, here is chapter 3!
My name is Hope, I am just like a fire,
One that you'd make at home in your hearth,
When Courage is gone I'm the only survivor,
Giving the broken spirit warmth.
In daylight time, oh how I prosper
But I'm never showing what I have to offer,
When night approaches, daylight runs,
People to my warmth will come.
It is now my flame burns bright,
To speed away the dark of night.
But if water can end the fire's life,
Then, can't Hope be sacrificed?
For though my embers sometimes die
Whenever the need may arise,
When hunger, pain or fear draws nigh,
Hope will rise to help and fight,
Until the mornings peaceful light.
If water maketh fire flicker,
And fire can spring back to life,
Then why can't Hope's flames be relit
By Courage's eternal light?
What did you think? Please R&R!
