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.

Talk to me.