Friday, 6 August 2010

Shadows

In the darkness shadows lie,
Telling only to deceive
They whisper promises but I
Close the doorway to perceive
Waiting for the moon to rise
Shedding light on all their lies
Ready for the glow of dawn
That time of day when right turns wrong.

And everything we knew
Newly covered with holy veil
Virgin-pure and undefiled
The truth for all
Without guile

What we've become,
What we are now,
The shadows only little told
Where we go, how we stay
Is told and foretold since yesterday

The lies we listened to in darkness
Turn the world to an abyss
And while we wait for light to shine
We stumble blindly all alone
Reaching for those elephants
We all can see but never know.

Skeletons in all our closets
Dance in the hallway while we sleep
Chanting dark and sombre sonnets
Dancing, dancing as they weep
For all we might have been and known
Had the shadows we outgrown

Monsters evil under our beds
Are only monsters in our heads
For once the light has flickered on
We see them as they truly are:
Sofas, lamp stands, silver gongs
Harmless objects without care

Electric torches scatter all
The spider-shadows on the wall
Enlightening at least a little
All our minds from their great muddle
A muddle of what really is,
Who really died, who really lives

Now we've stepped fully out the shadows
And stand with all the others here
We see the friendly faces clearly
And all our enemies are there
No more hide and no more seek
No more strong and no more meek,
We all can see, we all can know
What is real and what must go
These deceiving thoughts stuck in our heads
Let us not take them up to bed
But lay them here where they can be
Examined by our scrutiny;
And should our verdict then be "false"
Then they will shrivel up like ghosts

The lies in light they all have died,
Wasted away for lack of food
For now we see them as they are
And know them all for what they were.
When trust hast gone, so must the lie
It can't survive, must surely die;
Remember this should all else fade:
A lie's best food is our belief.

3 comments:

  1. Absolutely Masterful
    Especially

    Skeletons in all our closets
    Dance in the hallway while we sleep
    Chanting dark and sombre sonnets
    Dancing, dancing as they weep
    For all we might have been and known
    Had the shadows we outgrown

    That part. Wow. Good stuff :D

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  2. Wow. I totally second Forsworn Sight. I also really liked this part:

    Electric torches scatter all
    The spider-shadows on the wall
    Enlightening at least a little
    All our minds from their great muddle
    A muddle of what really is,
    Who really died, who really lives.

    Love it all though!

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  3. Haha, thanks, Forsworn Sight. I enjoyed that metaphor—though I have to admit, I don't know where I got the idea. It just appeared, "Pff!" and there it was.

    Thanks, Eilonwy; I liked the "Monsters underneath our beds are only monsters in our heads" line too.

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