Dark Light Poem by Quame Boatmann

There’s darkness like light
I see it brighter than noon rays
And beams down from high above
Hotter than the burning sun
In a stealth menace to end my life

Mighty men bow to this dark light
And powerful Angelique beings
The potter’s best not spared
In the end brings doom

So woe whiles being hailed
Plea to avert tributes
Get those honey words from my ears
Lest I believe I’m the most high
And wear the robe of the morning star
And become his heir

This mighty man I’ve become
I want to be held like an egg
So away with your honey words
Else I be plagued,
By this dark light
And be left alone in the air
To have a decade fall
Like a broken winged bird
Into ruins, eternal ruins