Cloak of Darkness
Cloak of Darkness… 9/2/10
A man who has hidden himself so deeply under the cover of darkness does not recognize the face that reflects back at him from the mirrors smile.
A stranger peers back from the reflection questioning who is this person and how did he become I?
Why has the darkness forsaken him? Banishing him to the unfriendly confines of hostilities tempered sword, falling
Fate has chosen without remorse or indecision this path calling, invoking its will to be done now, without hesitation.
Driven to madness by unseen forces imaginary? A clock ticks down the seconds in the final act on life’s stage, crimson tears fall sweetly
Once long ago in a place now forgotten the dream was born smiling only to die years later alone and cold, a cry is never heard in the stillness, night’s demise
Cracks on faces worn defining reality’s callous touch tell a tale that frightens those faint of heart and detached, glass towers
If money be the measure of one’s merit, then what is the price a soul pays to remove the shackles of insincerity men without nobility?
© 2010 David J. Mitchell
Copyright © David Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
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