Prisms

I have never captured moonlight, nor have I
harnessed suns to counter coming darkness.
For demons kept at bay by light of day
only return with black-death of Narbondel.
The skeletal harbingers creep from closets
of the damned as prismatic wards fail;
becoming ruined shards slivered under the skin,
to infect a need to use men as stepping stones.

I am not the child of your disgrace; I have
no need of crystal illusions twisting light
to a favorable perception; banishing shadows
and exiled skeletons from moth-ridden cubbies.
I have never captured moonlight, nor have I
harnessed the sun to counter lurking demons.
Instead, I stand between the shadow and the real,
to balance existence on wounded fulcrums
and watch as demons puzzle how the balance sways.

by Keith E. Sparks Jr.

Comments (1)

God is the creator of light and in the reflection all things HE has created... :)