Into the darkness

Written by: William J. Jr. Atfield

Into the darkness

Azrarl, slips into the darkness of our nights , looking for us all.
The Grim Reaper, cuts his path deep into our mortality.
Ste Peter, opens wide, those pearly gates for some of us souls.
Beelzebub, strokes hell’s fire, in anticipation, 
greetings for the rest of us.

These apparitions come on the wings of mans mind, imagination – designed to fence in – keep the sheep in line –
for sheep are lost, have been for thousands of years in time.
Free Spirits, Lions, Heroes, - all have found a place in rhyme.

Spirit–uality, cosmic dust, cosmic consciousness–this is mine !,
that journey into the great unknown–adventures into the ether.
Is it heaven?, is it hell?, who can tell?, not you!, me neither!

Life on this plane ( heaven or hell ) is where it is at
and where it is at, is what one creates for oneself.
After all is said and done, good, bad, right, wrong,
heaven or hell, - outside one’s mind – exist not !

B. J. “A” 2
April 23rd 2008