Hope
Hope bounded over the mountain, happy to be born Fumbling in her pockets, searching for a pen And on some paper she wrote out details of her predicament For her existence, temporal as it is Results in fruition or painful banishment
A Hopeless Life
The heavy sky, burdened by the weight of piled clouds Loomed and threatened the labourers toiling on the exposed hillside A shaft of hope sprung forth and as suddenly was devoured Ominously, the supernatural preoccupied the hopeless souls Until from their earthly presence they were released