Calyco on the Dark Waye – A Tale of Courage

Through darkened graves she treads alone,
A wasteland’s hush becomes her throne.
The skies burn red, the night won’t cease,
Her searching heart finds no release.

The tunnel ends in hollow night,
No guiding flame, no promised light.
She wanders lost, both hot and cold,
A paradox her spirit holds.

The path extends, it stretches wide,
She walks but never reaches side.
Defrauders lure with grinding wheel,
A cycle false, a fate unreal.

Her mind in free fall, shadows press,
A storm of endless loneliness.
A whisper says - 'Choose something new,
Though where it leads is hid from view.'

And in that plea, a hand appears,
One kindred soul to still her fears.
A selfless guide through night’s embrace,
A solace in the mad rat race.

Then dawn breaks soft, the red skies pale,
Her courage writes a brighter tale.
From ruin’s edge she claims her flame,
Reborn, renewed in Calyco’s name.