I looked upon
a light,
flick’ring,
knowing
that the shadows
run
for the light
and
to the light,
and they will fall
as wolves upon
a stray lamb,
to devour,
darkness always devours
but it
also
grows.
I looked upon
a light,
flick’ring,
knowing
that the shadows
run
for the light
and
to the light,
and they will fall
as wolves upon
a stray lamb,
to devour,
darkness always devours
but it
also
grows.
The Opportunistic Poet 