Keith E. Sparks Jr.


Prisms

I have never captured moonlight, nor have I
harnessed suns to counter coming darkness.
For demons kept at bay by light of day
only return with black-death of Narbondel.
The skeletal harbingers creep from closets
of the damned as prismatic wards fail;
becoming ruined shards slivered under the skin,
to infect a need to use men as stepping stones.

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