Fortunate events straining to be heard over the din of such strife.
Foreseen, stalked, closeted,
His subtle crescendo undaunted beneath the noise of passing years.
The child’s light, a flickering lantern against manic shadows,
Chargéd sparks clashing with decades of droughted kindling.
Crackling, seething, raging,
A shuddering beacon leading the war against the darkness.
The child’s fight, a glittering coin in the darkest days,
Unearthed treasure turned to dust by the centuries.
Tainted, shattered, compromised,
Until only the hull of the trunk remembers it was there.