IX

The time has come to leave this place

Truth has defeated the dark one again

His true nature is revealed

His words become nothing

The laugh of a hyena

The mindless cackle of a toothless beggar.

 

But fear remains,

A subtle companion.

 

Bury me, Lord, as you yourself were buried.

For three days let him think me gone

Until freedom becomes a habit

And terror only a dark memory;

Then shall I stand in sunlight,

The only shadow the shade of your wings.

 

For he remains

Lurking, brooding.

 

He conspires in his darkness, his sunless cavern

Trying even now to lay a trap

Which would shutter in shadow all that is good.

Scheming, twisting;

This time he has failed.

This time


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