Beholder Of Dawn Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes

Beholder of Dawn,
Cloaked in darkness,
A cloud of doom,
In the midst of new light.
In this place of Provence,
Death reigns supreme,
A symphony of despair,
Whispers in the wind,
Doubts and disdainful thoughts
Echo through the streets.
The Beholder of Dawn,
A master of disguise,
Hiding in plain sight,
As the world awakens.
But for those who see,
Beyond the veil of illusion,
The truth is clear,
This cloud is but a ruse.
For in the depths of dawn,
Lies a glimmer of hope,
A promise of a new day,
Shining through the darkness.
So fear not the cloud,
Nor the cloak of death,
For they are but fleeting,
And dawn will prevail.
Embrace the symphony,
Let it play its tune,
For in the midst of chaos,
Beauty can still bloom.
Beholder of Dawn,
You may try to dim the light,
But it will always shine,
With unrelenting might.
And when the dawn breaks,
The clouds will disperse,
Revealing a world,
Of endless possibilities.
So let us be the beholders,
Of our own dawn,
And rise above the darkness,
As we welcome the light.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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