Dark night of soul…
That clouds with doubt
When thunders blasts
Hopes and dreams
That flow as tears
In rivulet streams
Down the face
That others see
The human form
Of you and me.
But deep within
They do not know
The secret place of
Ebb and flow
Like lava rock
Beneath compression
Where anger hides
Without expression…
Taunting demons
Born of fire
With forked tongue
Come as the liar
Spewing doubts
And speaking shame
Mockingly
In Satan’s name.
Chaining souls
Within their gloom
Cold and musky
As the tomb.
Comes the lightening’s
Mighty bolt
Comes the thunder’s
Storming jolt
Into darkness
Of the spell
Shines the light
That pierces Hell
Comes to set
The captive free,
With flaming sword
In victory
Vesuvius of life anew
Soaring upward
Into blue
Leaves behind
The vale of tears
Broken dreams…
Imagined fears.
And thus is born
The rainbow’s trail,
Where colors blend
As Demons wail.

jennifer grant