When night falls, a prophet roams the streets
And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows—
Barricade against the call to arms
The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
Leave out your harvest to be taken by the dead
An offering against the world waiting at the gate
Drive it back at gunpoint, knife edge
And one day the prophet will go out to join them
In preparation to lay siege against the forsaken.
Behind the windows along the dark and silent road
Some hands are reaching out, hesitant
Almost ready to open their doors, let in the night
And walk out into the waking world
Bathed in moonlight like liquid ivory
Nearly given way to the power of the prophet’s voice
But sleep can be persuasive
And darkness is a comfort they’ve always known
Lots of pessimism out and about these days. Whether its justified or not, let’s ignore it for a bit. What are you happy about? What good things are on your mind? What are you hopeful about?