Ancient Witness

You must stay until change eats the truth you ponder, and the painful memories of those once close, exhaust your hope.

You must stay to watch evil devour good, and the stars become enemies, illuminating defeat. You must linger in lost wishes and longing for the past, confronting the hopelessness of such desires.

What is left, lingers and waits. Holding onto a trust whose foundation you once felt; but now see as delusion.

White is named black and good labelled evil. Logic is roused by confrontation, wondering what disputes its values with such dark brooding passion.

Pretensions of holiness call out for your conviction, disguising their desire for murder and lust. Ripples radiate from the heart of the holy lake that holds the magic sword. Fait recognizes the ancient foe.

The spark has been struck and the heaving corpse of the dark demon of war, long since thought dead, begins to jerk and moan in the mud of hates memory, aroused by the poking of Satanic puppets.

The greatest crime is the simplest to commit: the implantation of evil into another’s awareness, establishing it as reality.

As the seeds grow, intensions follow, with commitment to false causes. So, it begins.

Enemies are created, and evil digests the pain that accompanies conflict; growing with each toll of the death bell, as it belches out claims of glory.

The fake heroes talk of the hell fire that burns within the hearts of men, omitting to reveal that they follow he who ignites the flame.

The floating palace of a fairy tale, long since forgotten, passes slowly by. The mermaids of escape, thought to be lost, surface between the waves of a stale dark ocean, not recognizing you as creator. Now, you question your reasons to remain.

Possessions become shadows who’s links you cut from your once pleasant life. The palace, vibrating a redundant pulse now, dissolves into the distance as you wait for the next dream to step out from the dull fog of torment which surrounds you.

The greatest gift is the simplest to give: the implantation of good into another’s awareness, establishing it as reality.
As the seeds grow, intensions follow, and the commitment to truth becomes an option.

© Steve Bentley