Late at night, it was
As I looked into the stars.
The sky was all abuzz
The shining light of stars.
Off to sleep, I slipped
Towards revelations that persist.
Sweltering heat,
Noir cloth,
Toward the stands, ahead we doth
Towards the future, as we trudge
Time drags us along as it runs.
“Graduation,” as it’s called
Towards our futures, all of which appal
Us as we’re led to uncertainty
The looming, distant entity
Of the future, what shall happen
To our souls, shall they all dampen
With the liquid of despair
And blow away into thin air?
Alas, I saw him, alight, he was
As much as the stars which extended above.
Petrello, he was
Our God-on-Earth
With a heart as warm as a burning hearth
He spoke to me, and as he did
I was cleansed of all actions sordid.
“Cæsar!” He spoke,
And my senses awoke,
“Fear not tomorrow!
“Instead, ye shall borrow
“Some patience of mine!
“Aye, ‘tis hard
“To leave me behind,
“But do not discard
“These teachings of mine!”
Astonished, I was,
For I truly knew now
That Petrello is teaching
The children of tomorrow.
Should we never see him,
in his own flesh,
We still shall perceive him
Within the mesh
Of the souls of the students
To whom he gave prudence,
For he is within them,
And within us, too.