Keith E. Sparks Jr.


Poem by Keith E. Sparks Jr.

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.

I am not the child of your disgrace; I have
no need of crystal illusions twisting light
to a favorable perception; banishing shadows
and exiled skeletons from moth-ridden cubbies.
I have never captured moonlight, nor have I
harnessed the sun to counter lurking demons.
Instead, I stand between the shadow and the real,
to balance existence on wounded fulcrums
and watch as demons puzzle how the balance sways.

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  • knot Available (10/31/2004 10:01:00 AM)

    God is the creator of light and in the reflection all things HE has created... :)(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 31, 2004