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The Great Fall

Once it was a beacon of light,

This shining hill dressed as a white knight.

Now it only brings hate,

Laying prone on the ground, and heavy as a freight.

I find myself mystified,

maybe naive, and wide-eyed as a victorian bride.

How far did we backslide?

When did I lose my greatest ally?

The contradictions are clear,

yet we still clamor and believe all because of fear.

I stand here,

Waiting, helpless, praying that you’ll appear.

Isn’t that right dear?

Won’t you loan me a few of your tears?

You see I’ve ran out,

When humanity chose the coward’s way and took the bailout.

There are no rebels here.

They lament, yet still adhere.

It’s troubling to see this clear!

Maybe it’s too soon,

Maybe it’s too late,

But soon you’ll see the weight,

compliances that morphed into mandates.

-N

An Evil Lies Here

The sun was almost fading,

A wind most assuredly aiding,

In the invading night.

Eyes could not believe,

Nor could they conceive,

The awakening of death’s delight.

He kept away,

Always told, or kept at bay.

But not tonight.

Nay, on this night,

This hallowed eve,

He would achieve,

Deceive,

Leave bereft, and give no reprieve.

He had yet until midnight,

And then his leash would be unbound,

Causing others to gasp, and be confound.

There would be no rebound.

The taste of fresh blood, and souls,

Was truly his only goal.

-NR