Long Shadows

There is a tower risen out of sand

a wall built to touch both horizons

at the edges fallen into raging seas

Long shadows cast by battlements over the dunes

Stained glass spilling light into a throne room

where sits a king with eyes on the desert

and his back to the stars

Light is falling, shadows growing

and rising out of the dusk

the last of the returning dead

half buried and clawing at the wall

cry out for entry to the warmth and light

before the moment when the night is darkest

and the last of their strength bleeds out into the sand

Power sure is one hell of a drug.

Photo by jean wimmerlin on Unsplash

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