Once upon a time of young

in the year of six,

storm clouds basked in hues of gray 

and Orion flaunted risk.

Birds twittered tweets of run run run

while stars relented to dark,

winking at their shadow- master

soon to make his mark.

For in the midst of war and fear,

a red fire burned with hope,

hidden inside the heart of mine

flaming in an upwards slope.

A beacon! A light! A star in the night!

A song, a cry of joy!

Rarities in the miltia of difference

plotted against Conformity's ploy.

So here was I, head-held-high,

frightened, fearful, hidden away;

For the star in the night never had shone so bright 

as when she was the red in a tsunami of gray.