Halloween Poem #18

Darkness Quenches Light
by Michael Romani

Among the demons there is history
Some might strangely call it legacy
Where troubled hearts are in need of friends
And if you're safe, it just depends

Quintessential in the rarified transformation
Are the missing vital parts held in summation
That man tends to stubbornly do the opposite
Than that which is needed for the most of it

It being those things that might hurt pride
But like whiskey, burns from the inside
Thunder claps in spite of its tragic irony
That even those mad follow their own melody

There in the twisted bits of calculated intention
Are the lost souls of science's worse invention
That vital spark found in primitive electricity
Soothes the heart in all of its splendid savagery

The sum and part of one's last and ending days
Is no more or less than our hidden, darkest ways
Loathing the monster in each of us and in vain
It's those bleeding moments spilled down the drain

Seeking to find some way to take away the pain
In a cracked world where no one is quite sane
There are some wounds that never cure or heal
The scars needed to exist and be revealed

It's said that sacred love can yet conquer all
But these words were only true before Eden's fall
Tears burst into a cold winded, bitter night
It's the final darkness that quenches out the light

(c) October 18, 2019  Michael Romani
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