And it came to pass that shadows fell
and the people did bow before the darkness
their fists beat against their breasts
and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth
at the coming of a night long promised
Yet there was one among them who stood calm
with only a smile for the coming night
who knew that within those shadowed mists there lay
a path to the reaper of souls
And a soft voice in his ear did speak to him
whispered as it had once in his dreams
a soft command to abandon the rest
in that place between shadows
and to come swiftly down the hidden path
following in the footsteps of a great many martyrs
onward into shadows within shadows
where his eyes would have no more need of light
Happy Juneteenth everyone! Except you, Mr. President.
I had the idea in recent days to start branching out into new areas of writing. Maybe some essays, serious or satirical. I’ve never really tried out satire, could be fun. Maybe I’ll start a second blog for that kind of stuff in the near future if there’s interest. Or maybe not. Who knows?
Image from Pexels, couldn’t find the photographer’s name.