In That Occult One, The Dark Poem by james watkin

In That Occult One, The Dark



In that occult one, The Dark
Treasures put their trust.
Just so the greeds, Hell itself
To lock down, entrust.

As Time divests one, with Light's
Scorn-blazing resolve
So Truth, thorn-crowned, then haloed
Would these sins dissolve.

Saturday, April 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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