Peon The darkness has increased, the surrounding Past is composed of anarchy. It envelops, spreading it's charred Wings? I can see no Sun
I have gone beyond fearand yet that Becomes th darkness, fear of What or is it of whom? Why? I know but cannot tell.
A single sword of light pierces The beast, it can no longer stand. The reappearing sun blinds my Bewildered eyes. I weep but i am contented.
The light fills the arena, the Players continue their happy Dance. I try to follow and can't. I am sneered at and forced out of my own arena.
Yet that first ray still shines on Me, warming my heart. I Can but gaze at it's elegance and fall to mine knees and avert mine eyes.
The ray and I dance: We Are eulogised not jeered. But a shadow falls over me. The beast has not been vanquished |