The Believer

From a single voice crying out,
in the night, as the sun's rays lay dying out,
from a sweat poured head different from the rest,
-was a message born,
traveling by text and metaphors,
across miles it trekked,
different dialects, progressed it forward,
t'was a beacon of hope and uprising,
a reason for souls to never give up trying,
it could not be ignored and would not be deflected,
though the mighty would abhore its objectives,
still, it snowballed and grew into an avalanch,
despite many attempts on its life, it still had a chance,
they could not smite this idea and the rage it contained,
still it came, climbing into the hearts of the great and remained,
ascending as swift as light years, mightier than every high king,
hikking, and from the mountaintop, it unleashed bolts of lightning,
at the toll of midnight, rings rang out,
the meek sang out, the weak sprang out,
victory had been achieved as followers had been foretold,
as a mouth opened up and swallowed lords whole,
a trumpet roared alongside an orchestra overture,
a new day was born from the very forlorn evil it had once bore,
all from a single idea this new renaissance came along,
one belief, one voice that would not retreat,
when an entire world said that it was wrong.
one soul would not quit, but rather stand behind it,
one being stood against the system in defiance,
in the face of death it answered it with laughter,
and ever after, men with questions were unafraid to ask first,
and all matter that wrapped earth would owe it's demeanor,
to the one who appeared on the eve of of this rebirth,
the saviour, and he is The Believer.