Our Soul’s Last Embers

Annieb
1 min readOct 7, 2024

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…hold a sacred flame

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n shadowed alleys
where the night is deep
where whispers drift
like smoke on the wind
hidden in tangled webs
the truth is hard to find
and our souls seal a pact
with the darkness

in hollow eyes
the flicker of a flame
a distant cry
that echoes
through the years
evil wears a mask
a clever disguise
it weaves its lies
feeds upon our fear

we dance with it
in the trembling dark
its grip is strong
yet its touch is light
it offers dreams
our souls are the cost
the dawn seems distant
in the endless night

we must confront
the unseen void
deep in the depths
of our souls
there in the dark
where evil casts its shade
a spark remains
that it cannot claim

for even when
the light has strayed
our souls’ last embers
hold a sacred flame
© Ann Bagnall

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Annieb
Annieb

Written by Annieb

My poetry website is https://annieb222.com - Thank you for your kind words, I have family matters overwhelming me for a while