Of Darkness

 

Of Darkness I know many things.

For in my soul it dwells.

And in my heart I know the pain

of a thousand different hells.

 

It speaks to me in cajoling tones

to lure me to its gates.

And there I see the demon fires

that beyond await.

 

I hear the shrieks, the screams, the cries

of the victims that it takes.

I cannot quell the riotous pyre

Or this destruction in its wake.

 

© 2004 by Jaimie L. Robertson, and may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including, but not limited to: printing, photocopying, or by any information storage retrieval system, or any other means, without written permission.

 

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