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John Jenkins Poem
Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep,
To the last door on the left,
I rest my head for a moment of sleep.
As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light,
A small space of illuminated madness,
Where demons cringe and angels delight.
A place long ago hidden and known by few,
Where the sands of time have come to a still,
A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to.
I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell,
But rather in a impermeable shell.
Surrounding the purity of the light,
Lies the beast of the night.
An unyielding guardian of incredible might
Displaying unholy darkness,
Taunting and teasing the light.
"Come on out .." he would seem to say.
Away from its shell,
The light did dare not stray.
For within the virginity of heaven's keep,
The angel of light finds his peaceful haven,
A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep.
He knows his limitations,
Regardless of the how strong his power has become,
Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations.
Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast,
No not in the least.
Limitations like rules are meant to be broken,
Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken.
The spell of light that feels the need to control,
Becomes undone,
All from the darkness of one evil soul.
Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free,
No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade,
The purity of the light holds the key.
A never ending struggle within the mind of one,
Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won,
Forever shall the chess game continue,
Neither one to give an inch,
Neither one to be outdone...
Copyright © John Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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John Jenkins Poem
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is that stranger that I saw???
In that reflection from once you gave,
Why is it you don't behave???
Please show me the image of my true self,
And not tease me with this illusion of lies,
Who is this person who hides in disguise?
This stranger who resides in the shadows of my form,
My inner mind and outward body to transform,
Into the darkness of the beast,
The light of my inner soul has become his feast.
Why is it that I can no longer see my reflection,
All I can see is the mirage of my imperfection,
The evil of sins and the blood lust of sorrow,
The dark incarnation of the devil's marrow.
My inner mind his playground for fun,
Is it possible for the evil to be undone,
For salvation of my mortal sins,
The purity of the inner light that always wins.
As I gaze into his eyes so cold,
The darkness of the eternal night I shall behold,
Once a shadow now stands a man,
The damnation of my soul his only plan.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why is it I can not recall,
The image of purity and innocence lost,
My immortal soul that paid the cost.
When did the stranger that I see,
Become me???
Copyright © John Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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