Once upon a sixpence,
On a hillside in the night,
A man watched over town,
In his hand he held a light.
Like the million lain before Him,
It was a little spark,
But the beauty that it shone,
Lit up his darkened heart.
The light he held was small,
But stood against the wind,
The rain couldn’t even dampen it,
When it was soaked to the skin.
The light he held was called Hope.
She loved him for his soul,
Without him she was nothing,
Together they were whole,
So once upon a sixpence,
On a hillside in the night,
A girl called Hope watched,
This man hold her light.













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yeah, this works well as a full circle piece, love the imagery, and well, yeah
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you probably shouldn't have read that, it may have offended you.
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By the way:
Like the million lain before Him,
It was a little spark
Is that a reference to God? Just curious how you capitalized Him.
I like this piece ... it takes a simple concept and breathes life and meaning into it. I love the metaphor, it's great! One comment I would make is that it's very lyrical in its lilt ... the rhythm is nice and flowing for the most part, except for in one or two places, like:
A girl called Hope watched,
This man hold her light.
It sort of stutters there. Otherwise, it's nice. My tastes are pretty eclectic but this one grabbed me.
Well done.
nicely done ost
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