The Fountain
I Approach a Room
So Full Of Gloom
Melancholy Breathes Through Every Balcony
Dark Despair rots in its very lair
Feeding greedily on all love in the air
It has no name, no permanent space.
It walks the earth as the demon of the night
Stalks a prey that’s filled with delight
Oh mighty SET return to the Nile
Persecute thy souls
Persecute not thine.
Hail gentle THEIA/Thea
My sweet goddess of light
Wash away this demon
Engulf him with your veil
Blind him in your heavenly light
And set our imprisoned souls free from this plight
Alas! I see the beautiful sun
In all its greatness it has shone
Free I feel from the devil’s snare
Free I feel from his demonic stare
Beneath the light I see the key
That keeps me free for all eternity
From the door I see it gush
The fountain of life in its most glorious rush.
By
Amanda m miller
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