Prince of the Night
-PRINCE OF THE NIGHT-
As from a dreamlike state, I came into being.
Come forth- a voice said.
And in my Alpha brain my existence was born ,
and wondered about my recognition. Who am I ?
Cheppetto? I asked.
"No, I am your Creator" said He with glee.
I saw that I was perfect.
I was second as first I came to recognise HE.
I have placed you inside that shell with your soul and your spirit to dwell .
From the three of you , inside you will remain but outside you will age until it is time for you to go.
Lying ahead I will expire, to feed the Earth from which I took and take flight,
discarding this constricting cocoon
Then from this writhing pupae, inside it is I , outside emerge the butterfly.
Silken wings unhinged in flight, iridescent in ridiculous color, not to dream as before but awake from that slumber, I hail from a river, a silver and watery mirror-Prince of the night.
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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