A Ballad of Bones

It’s only a shadow, right?

The bearer could never become the borne without first passing


Through those gates that only lie within


The eye of the needle.






But when is it proper?


For should I turn against the thrice-wounded center


And lounge with Lucifer


In damnation’s living room.






For how is there hope?


The apex is only as high as the reach of the lowest man


But within it is the chance


For one’s redemption.






Stay tuned for next week’s episode.


 
Submitted as part of my mid-semester Writing Poetry assignment. What’d you guys think?