Dagger In The Cloud Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Of all my imaginings I never saw a site,
That perturbed me so, as this sky's light.
Focused on the bank of illuminated clouds,
I played that game of which cloud was shaped how.

But play as I may, I was struck with terror.
I thought my head was playing tricks.
How could a beauteous, Heaven formed thing,
Spark thoughts of evil imaginings?

What was that forboeding I couldn't figure out?
So I stared from my plane at that strange, scary cloud.
The closer I focused, the more it appeared,
That a dagger was embedded in that cloud so near.

I pondered on this in the plane in the sky,
I pondered on this, as we flew slowly by.
That dagger in the cloud,
Bespoke me of daggers RED.

Yet, no blood shone in the white against blue.
Because now I realized, what I NEVER knew.
That in any place on the reality map.

Angel was with Satan,
Satan was with Angel,
Cloud held it's dagger,
Dagger gripped it's cloud.

Together they would dwell forever,
For us to chose one or either.
We continue our constant fight.
To stay with the Angel.

And deliver us from (d) evil.