Land of Agony

It was night and night all around

the sun refused to glare at the land

and moon feared to shine

 

A land of failure, it was called

Cursed by nature and God

Every living thing had a poor growth

Grasses looked pale

and flowers blossomed black

 

The land of agony

waits for a day

the obstinate sun would turn the force

of its orange glow

the moon would take pity

and display its bright beauty

the black sky would turn blue forever

bringing with it all the good fortune