Be the candle
16 March 2016
WARDLEY D BARRY-IGIVISA
An entry in the 2016 Crocodile Prize
Run, my friend. Run into the cold, cold night.
Confront your demons, rage against your fears;
Chase them from your haunt before break of light.
Kindle your beacon with a candlelight;
Hold up its golden flames your path to clear.
Run, my friend. Run into the cold, cold night.
Hear gruesome howls from the depths of twilight,
Feel still winds rustling the hairs in your ears;
Chase them from your haunt before break of light.
Gather now your guts, marshal your might;
With the deftness of courage, wipe your tears.
Run, my friend. Run into the cold, cold night.
Bear your torch and set the darkness alight,
Burn up the shadows that are growling near;
Chase them from your haunt before break of light.
Be the candle, be the morning sunlight,
And bear the eternally burning spear.
Run, my friend. Run into the cold, cold night;
Chase them from your haunt before break of light.
Well crafted.
This poem is instructive of the form used and the skill of workmanship, and moreover, the theme is inspirational.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 16 March 2016 at 01:01 PM