Death’s Light – Poetry for Change

Death’s Light

Dark,
Razor sharp,
Claws of nails torn,
Horns of hell adorn
The souls of evils that step
Into the obscure, winding well to help
Those damned souls to reach
The pinprick of light breach
The diabolic breath, laugh,
Full of a pestilent cuff,
Shadowy death,
Lingering,
Stealing
Life
Turned
To death.
Dark.

Light,
Souls so bright,
Cleave the way to flight.
Soar in a cyclone’s might,
Into a haven of promised delight.
Tell your tale in whispers fiery
In their warmth and stealthy
In their fight against deviltry,
Whose hold is sturdy
But crumbles
When faced
With
Light.