The fell beast crouches where the light’s gone dim
An empty pedestal without its prize
to display. One could mark the path so grim;
to study how the white glow fades and dies
Protectors could not help you hold the flame
to multitudes of darkness that conspired.
Extinguished by the poisoned rain of shame
that swallowed every trace of your lost fire.
Deep vacant stare that highlights your skull’s grin
Your empty room the light of dawn does mock
Yet does it smolder, hidden depths within?
Or gone like frightened mice before the hawk
Yet something snarls atop your earthly throne
Black diamonds gleam where your soul once shone
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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