Musings to forget.

Through the darkness they beat, Black, unforgiving through the sleet The darkness hides their harsh intent To perch upon the bright metal bed The evil they bring comes quick As in throes comes one final kick The darkness hides their harsh intent  To perch upon the bright metal bed The angel of death screams out once more As grotesque claws clack sharp on the floor The darkness hides their harsh intent To perch upon the bright metal bed A boy so young just barely a man His father simply wills it God's plan But alas no saviour doth remain All that's left to him suffering and pain The bright metal bed his last rest Throughout his life he gave his best But death flew down upon angel wings To take him in darkness on hidden wings What a great hope they all will say But in the darkness one man will lay Alone and tortured with pleading unheard As through the darkness comes death  To soon his demise he met  They s...

Why do we celebrate the light, That doth illuminate the flaws. Those that are hidden in the night. The darkness, wraps around and hides, With its tarrish gauze. Upon the surface calm they float, Like summer ducks or mighty boats. In that gentle light they see, Everything, Above. That murky expanse,  Where hurt, and problems lay. As they float along in their, Joyful. Trance. Unseen below, wretched creature, Cloaked, and buried below. Fires itself, a lacking feature, Up. Up. Up. Into the light we see it clear, Ruining perceptions we held, So dear. Why do we love the light, To me it is naught but a blight. To hide our sorrow out out sight, Is all we can do.