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?


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