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Thursday, February 10, 2022
Darkness Falls....a mystery yet to be told
Darkness
Falls
Darkness fell way before the end of day
It was like night hurried to begin
And end the reign of sun and light
Because what they wanted to do
Could only be done under the cover of night.
They say man has no control over such things
But I don't think that's true
I think man can control anything he wants to
If he just goes to the right source.
And I think we all know who controls darkness
Not the one who loves the day, no, not him
But the source of darkness that was born of himself
Born from evil thoughts that germinated in a petri dish
And sprang forth fully formed and man shaped, though he was no man.
Man was fascinated when this being came on scene
And though his resistance was momentary,
Soon, his allegiance was made and switched from the One who loved the light
And given to the One who loved the dark.
And that is our backstory to this tale
A tale that may terrify, may enthrall and may immerse
You in waters so deep and black that even the blind avoid it
Not even knowing what it is or that it's there.
If you do not like the dark,
Perhaps you might want to leave off reading further
And make your departure now while you still can
But if you are the brave sort, then read on, by all means.
We met on a dark clouded April midnight at an elegant formal party
On an ancient estate high upon a hill beyond a dense dark forest
Where no bird sang nor fox ran or bear foraged
We did not know our hosts neither did we know why we had been invited.
We were young and foolish and careless
As only the young can be as they explore the nooks and crannies of life
Tasting this, trying that, learning of love and lust
And what the finding and the losing of both can do to one's soul.
We were beautiful, still innocent, un-jaded
By the hands of men and lecherous hearts
We still sang in the mornings and prayed in the evenings
Before we went to beds alone and dreamed of love and wanting.
We didn't know what lay before us or we would have never gone
No, that's not quite right, we would like to think we would not have gone
But we were too heady with anticipation of the ball
And thrilled that we'd been asked.
We were like sheep to the slaughter led by our trusting natures
Because we had not yet discovered that there was any other kind
Our mothers had told us to be obedient to our elders
And kind to strangers and respectful of our betters and we were good boys and girls.
There! The scene is set! We are at the ball in the dark castle on top of the hill
We are glorious in our elegant clothes and youthful faces
We are eager to raise our champagne glasses and eat our fill
And wonder whose faces are hidden underneath the intricate masks.
We think we are so mature and worldly but we don't have a clue
And when that night is over, we will pray to wake up in our beds
And find that it has all been just a dream
We will pray with hearts still pounding that we can forget and that God will forgive.
We met on a dark clouded April midnight at an elegant formal party
On an ancient estate high upon a hill beyond a dense dark forest
Where no bird sang nor fox ran or bear foraged
We did not know our hosts neither did we know why we had been invited.
We were young and foolish and careless
As only the young can be as they explore the nooks and crannies of life
Tasting this, trying that, learning of love and lust
And what the finding and the losing of both can do to one's soul.
We were beautiful, still innocent, un-jaded
By the hands of men and lecherous hearts
We still sang in the mornings and prayed in the evenings
Before we went to beds alone and dreamed of love and wanting.
We didn't know what lay before us or we would have never gone
No, that's not quite right, we would like to think we would not have gone
But we were too heady with anticipation of the ball
And thrilled that we'd been asked.
We were like sheep to the slaughter led by our trusting natures
Because we had not yet discovered that there was any other kind
Our mothers had told us to be obedient to our elders
And kind to strangers and respectful of our betters and we were good boys and girls.
There! The scene is set! We are at the ball in the dark castle on top of the hill
We are glorious in our elegant clothes and youthful faces
We are eager to raise our champagne glasses and eat our fill
And wonder whose faces are hidden underneath the intricate masks.
We think we are so mature and worldly but we don't have a clue
And when that night is over, we will pray to wake up in our beds
And find that it has all been just a dream
We will pray with hearts still pounding that we can forget and that God will forgive.
©By Voo Shining Stone
Aug 16, 2019
To be continued......................???????
To be continued......................???????
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