(It’s not so good but I just wanted to get it out so…)
When all else fails to come though and everything has faded to the darkness of the night. There is not hope left, no wish to live anymore and the future is in smoke, uncertain. And you are left alone in the blinding fog. There is a flicker of flame and you cautiously search around, in a vain hope of finding the source of the blessed flame. And you realize that that flame is none other than your own soul. And that flame, always there but undiscovered until then, burns brighter. And you know that you have the power to bring change, to conquer the world, to rule it.