In no time light comes to an end,
the light that is taken for granted.
In the cavernous tenebrous bowel
dingy and dismal
some souls have lost the way
and the worse that may
happen is imagined, the passage
a Styx-like watery chasm without a bridge
easy access obstructs
and it all looks so hopeless.
But the indomitable human spirit,
ingeniousness its gift
from the higher force or whatever
source one would wish to owe
it to, comes into its own
attended by all sterling qualities proven
to overcome the direst odds.
The predicament of the victims
(in their god-forsaken enclave,
an ill- fated collective
in grief), is ascertained with promises
of help on the way, meantime sinews
for sustenance supplied, candles of hope
lit up and kept burning, though the cup
of optimism far from filling,
despair in the confined space ever lurking.
Alas, a saviour’s life is sacrificed before
redemption comes to the fore;
yet the cause is not given up for lost, as
the tensest stage of the denouement reaches
an outcome
that could not be more sublime,
all securely rescued, a testament
to human triumph in the finest vestment
embodied;
and so much is yet to be learnt about
the eternal springs inside humanity’s breast.