Of Heaven and Hell
The fabric was already woven,
fine silk
the essence.
On the way out I looked
for a door,
found silk,
a cocoon.
Then I heard a key
turning in a lock
and looked.
There beneath a fire breath
an alarm was screaming.
Demons were pleading,
Let me out!
I looked again
and angels reposed
singing very softly.
The lyrics, the words
were kind,
and the instruments
played harmony.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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