Like a diamond in God’s eye,
the moon shines; its light covers
the sleeping Earth.
The moon watches from afar,
as we drift freely
through the sea of night.
Our souls shine like newborn stars,
unaccustomed to the dark,
unaccustomed to our light.
Tonight, she speaks softly,
though her words are far too heavy
to be carried away by the night air.
She falls like a divine being,
sinking from the heavens
into my earthly soul.
She, loving me like a soul mate,
charges forward like a saint,
to save me from my dark fate.
She carries her truth like a candle;
the sparks throw light into my shadows,
revealing an antiquated field of battle.
My sanity loses its footing,
plunging me into the ghastly mouth
of the chimera.
Swallowed by this fantasy,
my humanity watches as two armies vie
for spiritual supremacy.
The soul in me steadies the battle land
to carry the force of The Lion:
he who walks with a mane of lambs.
The soul in me dusts the land like a mantle,
seducing the greedy eyes of the wolf:
he who skulks with a cloak of jackals.
I watch helplessly as my light flickers,
bending and twisting to the will
of the ones lost in their bitter war.
I blow out the flame and watch
as her truth dissipates,
waiting for the night to consume me.