Shadows

dreaded night in shadow’s reign
behold, from decades old
these chains that bind,
and scorch the heart
like death, and bitter cold
rears itself untold,
it plays the same ol’ part:
a spear deep through and through
it pierces like a dart
stained with poisoned vain
and a drop of Satan’s blood
in the valley next to cain
i lift my hand
near dead and weak
the glory of God
is all i seek

Author: Sunny Lal

Human Rights Activist Advocate of Truth Anarchist of the Earth