Quickly! Hold your candles high,
oh Children of the Light
and do not let them flicker
through
the cold and angry night.
As darkness slips
across the land,
the bony fingers
of its hand
fill the empty hearts
and break the fractured minds
of the lost and angry kind
with insidious accuracy
as it is wont to do.
The Destroyer playing
hide and seek
while feeding on
the lost and weak,
and crying foul
within the game
Fear works to snuff
the very flame
it desires above all else.
Raise your voices high,
oh you Bringers of the Dawn,
the King is growing restless,
time to check him with
a pawn.
Light the corners,
fill the holes
of the lost
and weary souls
so that Fear cannot
reside there,
deceipt cannot hide there
where Love takes up the space.
Awake, ye Crystal Child,
for the time is drawing nigh,
pluck the stars from heaven’s
garden, and please do not be shy!
Create a brilliant, bright bouquet
and with your Wisdom run and play.
Bring back to life
what now is dying,
expose the jackals
that are lying.
Wake, oh Children,
sleep no more,
for patient Death
is at the door-
and he is ravenous.
CKP
copyright 2019
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This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. For a little of that Brother Love and old time religion while enjoying a beer, visit Dan’s place.
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