Penance
Flora Holt
Darkness engulfs swallowing light
A waging battle, turmoil, pain
Ghostly shadows dance
Across pains of smoky glass
Withered souls, some young some old
Spiking pressure decisions made
Paths to travel
Choose a way
Crimson spirals, littered leaves of fall
Rushed breaths and rushed scenes
Battles of light,
Pulling forces of dark
To many wrongs
Not enough right
Straying cats dance in shadows
Which direction do we take
The price for penance
It is ours to decide.
