Last Light Poem by joanne kat meek

The instruments of darkness filed her heart. Soul was foul as death. No light could shine threw. Anon calls out in whispers. Drum's and trumpets are playing in her wounded heart but she hears the call Anon, the unclear mystery. Doubtful it stood to her, it sounded sweet and she let it in. She opens her heart and let's the light in only to realizes the unclear whisper which called out Anon was he the devil and he took the last bit of light in her and left her for dead