In Light

 

In Light

 

The days grow dark,

And we are sorely tried.

The viles have found hosts,

And using them,

Assail the innocent,

And the unvirtuous alike.

For they are not of this plane,

And will feed on fear,

On hate,

On confusion,

But most on violence.

They would see humanity ended,

Thinking then they might inhabit a world,

They have been long barred from entering.

Ever have they envied Man,

Ever have they sought flesh of their own,

That they may feel the sun on skin,

That they may taste honey on the tongue,

That they may know the wonder of new discovery,

And be not relegated to the cold dark,

Their existence only between the stars,

And never beneath one.

This was the choice they made,

Never believing it would be thrust upon them,

Never believing it could be enforced,

Coming to hate their own existence,

Borne and endured out of ignorance.

Thus, to see Man enjoy the feel of rain,

Taking comfort by warm fire,

Marveling at the hushed beauty of falling snow,

Their jealousy compounds,

Becomes rage and ravening.

And because they may not tear us asunder,

They invoke those they may influence,

To do so for them.

The days have grown dark,

But we live beneath the sun,

And see the light clear,

Though it seem distant yet,

We follow its path,

To bask in that warmth once more.

The days may be dark now,

But the sun has not darkened,

And we are creatures of light.

 

Cliff Lake 9/17/2024

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