Corridors of light

In a dark world, in a dark heart,
A streak of hope is hard to start.
Hope in a world of chaos and strife
Where evil runs through like a knife.
Goodness in this world does seldom rise,
But from the clutches of evil, it is hard to prise.
Yet somehow in Pandora’s Box, hope is still alive,
To destroy misery and doom it strives.
Through a crack in the castle of glass where evil resides,
In the darkest corners it still hides.
A spectrum of everything good,
Redeem this world, it could.
Somehow in this world of chaos and fright,
There are still the corridors of light.