He hopes.And fears.But still hopes.And he grows up.And the little boy becomes a man.And he gets sick of fear.And he gets bored of not exploring.Not the dark but his heart.His burning heart.
And now the dark gets deeper.It's aching to move now.Feet heavy.
But Danko will not step back even now.He rips off his own heart from his wonderfull chest.Bleeding he holds it up and everyone sees the most hopefull light they had ever seen.
Danko is bleeding.The world starts to fade away.He looks to his heart but still feels close to it.His pace is steady.His heart is burning leading the way.And after a while dark begins to scatter and dawn comes.A bright reddish dawn,the first one in centuries.Everyone is cheering now.Everyone hopes.And they are so happy they cannot see a young man's dead body lying among them besides a heart that's still burning its last sparkles..
Abbie Gale [επιλεκτικά].