Pylades to his Orestes

What is there to believe in

in this cold and heartless world

that takes and takes and takes and

never gives back?

The moon lords over the stars,

keeping them in place

allowing none to rise and

shine bright like they could.

But one star stands tall

and proud, looking over the

people of the earth, saving

them from the moon's cold tyranny.

The sun, the shining Apollo,

chases away the cold and

the dark in the souls of

angry, disillusioned men.

I who believed in nothing

would gladly die for my shining sun.