Guy Fawkes' Sky

The pitch-dark canvas conceals the stars;
Not one drop of light, not one gentle sound.
The world beneath schemes and plots,
Desiring a glimmer of glory and hope.

Bang!

Vibrant skirmishes scatter the silence
Besieging the darkness with gas shells and fires;
All deafening blasts determined to conquer,
Longing to reach the divine above.

Cannons of colours shoot for the stars,
As piercing comets cut through the sky.
Explosions of light, without end, attack,
Exposing the heavens with glimmers and glows.

Yet fleeting bursts of sound and fury,
Prove helpless against the eternal force.
The stygian shadows that reign the night,
With a downpour of rain, extinguish all hopes.