Loyal to the Light

suddenly the tide has turned
the mystic rhythm I had learned
is flailing like a bird at sea
the shores are distant
I am lost in me
the wind is  howling like a lonely dog
they make their way through the mountain fog
fallen creatures come to claim their place
collecting loyals for the master race
I hear the whispers
as I awake
it is my soul
they are here to take
as long as Sun
does break the night
as long as
I shall wake to light
I shant succumb to Satan's rule
I shant become his loyal fool
　
　
　

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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