Shackled (Part 1)
The Beast, The Candle and My Dungeon

Do not breathe too deep, my shackled
beast. You are rattling at your cage, in
my dungeon dark and slick. For if light
were cast, even the tiniest ray
could ignite your fiery
mane. But to no avail, the
midnight sun founders- your heart
sparkle gold, paralysed by
my dungeon chains. Rustle
and the wind clanging against metal; clanging
metal against flesh; I can
hear your desperate
respiration, cast on the
squalid floor.

Now, my shackled beast. I cannot
unchain my dark adversary. The charity
of my heart can only be,
an etiolated flower to feed
your fire. There is no light for
my candle now- but fourty
days and fourty nights more
just you wait- before you burn in
the conflagration,
your glory restored.

Do not breathe too deep
into the night, my
tenant shackled.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 6:53 pm