The Light in the Sky
A leg ache...is compared to a broken stained glass.
It's dirty...the light.
It seeps in slow and eager
to burn. It shows itself
scathingly, as if it wished to hide.
But it's not fooling anyone when
it tries to leave.
it crawls slowly with the
intent to hurt.
causing pain is its' only ammunition
as it sits and screams
figuratively as the night
grows closer. The light grows
dim as life nears its end
and death rears its putrid face
towards the sky.
An endless dream is shattered
into a dark and dreary nightmare
full of tales of a haunting
nature.
"Don't cry." warns the hoot of
the sorrowful owl.
He makes his way to the
branches, all the while calculating
a swift escape from the
jaws of the fearsome fanged
horror that waits for
the light to turn in its
grave and make a new
home for the birds in the
atmosphere.
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