A Loss of Hope

Cloaked in darkness, ever black,
A pale wraith guards your prison,
Drowning in a pool of tears,
Chained down by the Threads of Fear,
With no hope to be risen.

Eons passed this hour's present,
A mighty warrior was known to all,
When victorious shadows held all bound,
A spark of Light, to hear its sound,
You came to those when they would call.

Through many battles, you've lead the way,
You've taught millions to be free,
You've let us think we'd go so far,
To even soar to foreign stars,
Or to build a home beneath the sea.

You have stood beside our heroes,
Who took us by the hand,
To help us see beyond our sight,
And take a stand for what was right,
Who said in vain, we'd never stand.

Once guarding like a wall of stone,
Against such enemies great and small,
As hate, and pain, and deep despair,
Which would stain our world like putrid air,
In wonder if one day to fall.

As the years went on, did you finally fall,
Is your mighty head held humbly low,
Do we now stand alone in vain,
Out in the cold, out in the rain,
While conquered by your greatest foes.

Are you forever bound to chains?
Does your imprisonment have no end?
Do we not call, do you not hear?
Has Hope lost itself in mankind's fears?
Or has man forgot a friend?