Soul Bound Poem by Wayne Wickham

One night a battle royal ensued
Between the darkness, the light, and the wind.
The darkness vowed, 'His soul is mine,
For against others he has sinned.'

The light spoke out, 'He's sinned, that's true,
But who hasn't in this troubled time.
I say his soul belongs to me,
For to others he'd give his last dime.'

The wind, torn between the dark and the light,
Had but one thing to say,
'I want not his soul, being both good and bad,
But to let the winds of change guide his way.'

And so the battle raged on,
Until only the victor remained,
And this sat apart to rest for a while,
Being totally physically drained.

In time, it turned and spoke to me,
'Do with your soul as you please.'
And it blew away the darkness and light,
As dead leaves in an autumn breeze.

WDW
©11-19-94