Transition

Implosion, explosion
Expansion, retreat
Run ahead, fall behind
Win some, lose some
Love one, hate the rest
Love none, hate all.
The haze sets in,
The fog flows behind.
Reality stolen,
Dreams defended.
Cities fall as oceans rise
Lives lost and end.
Hope rises to survive
As despair will set in and whine.
As The Pentacle guides
And it's crescent rises out of The Darkness,
The Divine extends a hand.
We grab it and ascend,
Above the dead
Above the ignorant
Above reality.
But still in love.

So mote it be