We can stand between them
powers we have not seen before
showing our shadows who
is boss making something awful
fall into darkness once
and for all, never again will
we have to crawl through night
wondering when or if light’s face
might touch its hand’s bright warmth
to ours again, pale thin fingers
of candles that only
go out as dawn’s riders approach.
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Endless rage pities midnight’s bell
alone, waiting like glass
behind smoke to break for it, crash
back into peace again
until mourning lifts its veil and
makes whole those who have failed
love, pieces of them enough to
take from others all of
their jealousy, fate’s enemies
thunder feels no remorse
banging, the ones demons wait for
when death’s debt p(r)ays no more.