At Last

Girl mostly, barely woman by her
Years, she has such power over me.
In her absence, darkness came,
And, in it, dreadful demons
Grew, I the foulest one of all,
And we brought terror to this
Land. The present turned to
Ashes, and the future simply
Ceased to be. The moonscape
We'd made would remain. Then
She returned. She slew the demons,
All but I, who she redeemed.
The future came back into being
In her brilliant light.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-06 at 10:51

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