The Lighted Man

Lighting and burning inside As his breading frails, A building and overflow Drips through his face and nails. The world has his flesh Tied and lashed, still giving sweet exhales. Shedding loved tears As his crown is to bash. But a light that goes And awakens the few, Yet kept and kept Even in struggle with brother foes. And just when a call From questions face, With a dim shine And a fallen grace. Humbled is asked, for roads To nobler days. In shadows a beaten man rises To light paths, to untaken ways.