THE SUMMONING

Jessica Chung

Come brothers, Come sisters.

Come madams, girls, boys, and misters. Come, for the newborn sun awaits Her people to open the enclosed, heavenly gates. Let us rise together in this blizzard and fight, though it may be a treacherous, long, gruesome night. Join hand in hand to reach the foregone conclusion of bliss, or stay by thyself and be deemed as worthless. Sacrifice your safety to the greatest of great lengths, But fear not, for you will find in each other a rising tower of strengths. What is done is done, and we may not change the hummingbird’s hums, But let us unite for something wicked this way comes When our time has reached its end, and we hold onto a singular breath, You will know and feel the joy in the purpose of your gallant, untimely death.

Let rise the sun over the horizon, Let chirp the birds atop high branches, Let day awaken, And bask

In warm rays of sunlight, In peace knowing, That sun rises every morning. Through clouded sky

Through rushing rain

Through turbulent tides That sun rises, Then sets. With trust

See past the lightless hours of today To the unbounded tomorrow

For whether we wish it or not, Time flows on Today turns to yesterday And yet tomorrow rises the sun Over the horizon.

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