Witty Darkness
Witty darkness spread her arms
talking in colored tongues
she opened her blanket wide
and covered everyone
warm, cool, calm, soothing
what a great feeling!
Her breath was life
even where light migrated
promises were prophetic
even if she was no prophet
deeds full of kindness
even if she was not an angel
But wind blew without mercy
blanket tore apart
darkness opened her eyes
no one knew till then
that her eyes were full of sores
and the mouth belched fire
the comfort that was
the soothing tongue that was
the promises that were
vanished and the land
became Golgotha!
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