The Eye

The little boy that cried wolf..

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The faithless
The Eye
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It seems like my faith has wavered slightly. I need to find firm ground and re-establish its solidity. I will try to do so.


Gathering Clouds


Fading sunshine, an unwelcome twilight,
The rumbling echoes, overhead.
Whispering wind, light and cool...
Sweeping the daylight away in its stead.

Displacement of hope and pessimistic disdain
Creep from the depths of previous starvation.
Nibbling away, slowly but surely.
Wearing away the the clothes of  suppression.

What monsters come with the gathering clouds.
What monsters come when the guard is sleeping.
What darkness grows from the seeds of uncertainty.

What fading light that encourages its creeping.

Did it come with the gathering clouds.
Or was it always patient, waiting at gate.
Did the darkness bring it with rumbling sky.
Or was it there, just lying in wait.

Slowing creeping but fought with rebellion,
Fought with the fading light from within.
Fought with the help of wavering hope,
And fueled with reluctance to give in.

What monsters come with the gathering clouds.
What monsters come when the guard is sleeping.
What darkness grows from the seeds of uncertainty.

What fading light that excites its creeping.

The clouds still gather, the sky still rumbles.
But for now the darkness is kept at bay.
Avoiding false step to prevent a fumble.
Silently hoping for light of day.

The cautious wait, not idle completely,
Observing, watching the descending shroud.
Attempt at vigilance, not idle nor meekly,
Awaiting patiently, a slight break in the clouds



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