The Strangers Hand
With fluid-like friendliness,
The stranger held her small,
Luminescent hand to Chance;
Her immortal mentor.
With Chaos spitefully at her back,
And Enlightenment few categories away,
She ponders past battles,
And the worth of it all.
Chance speaks to her randomly
And with ease,
Riddling gently and pushing her away.
Awareness brightens eyes,
And calls to her confidant,
Hope, her ally through integrity.
Together, the road re-awakens,
Calling forth,
Patient and wise.
A satchel of candles for light,
The journey then resumes…
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