…hold a sacred flame
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