Hope, the growing light

By Gaurav Vishal, (X-B)
Army School, Birpur
As the twilight gathers around.
And the forest wolf leaps and bounds.
Blackest misery is all around like a web thickly wound
Tis is then I hear the shadow pass rustling through the wiry grass.
Shattering frost as if it were fragile glass!
He made his way through the woods.
To where the charred old ruins stood, covered in an eerie mist.
Still with a look of saddest wist
It is them the shadow reveals to me.
That he is that little thing called "hope".
He visits the ruins every night
And brings with him the faintest light
That is destined to grow so bright
Hope, the growing list.