Dawn & Dusk

There was a land
Where words were locked away
The sun sunk low
And the sky went grey

The people rotted away
Their essence lost
Their voices, stringless harps
Their hearts, empty husks

In this bleak wasteland
A discovery was made
A tool once lost
Now sees the light of day

He wrote until his joints were raw
And then he wrote some more
The people gathered round
As the winter began to thaw