*Grief- A Glow of Strength* It gives strength to Write poems again, It gives strength to Chant a wish again, It gives strength to Sway like a dandelion, It gives strength to Decipher those mounds of mundane emotions, It gives strength to Find hues from a black sky, It gives strength to Write with an ink, dry. It gives strength to Fight the sciamachy, It gives strength to Love everything, It gives strength to Fly like a butterfly, It gives strength to Live your life again. It gives strength to Die gracefully like A shooting star. //Caption *Grief- A Glow of Strength* Have you heard about black magic, Doing good things to people, for people? Have you heard about an occult called grief? The one which paints life black, so that it can stand among a group of plain white lives? The black raven grief,
