Poetry by Squire Rohop

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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