A Shape Darkly Rendered

You are the Night Terror.

Chest-weight, paralysis-bearer.

Sweat-drenched nightmare sharer.

You are the Light Bender.

Presence felt, blocking Sol’s sender.

A shape darkly rendered.

The Sun laments you: lie,

lost. You made the betraying try,

attempt, obfuscate, die.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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