There’s a menacing shadow
that stalks in the night.
It seeks out the innocent,
& consumes their light.
It’s poison takes many forms,
a shapeshifter, of sorts.
Whether it be smoke or liquid,
or a solid, like quartz.
By air it dances without constraint,
sashaying from lung to lung.
By sea it swims into the veins,
through skin or off the tongue.
It preys on anyone in its path,
no matter how young or old.
Brothers or sisters, daughters
or sons. Over all it takes its hold.
A prayer for those trapped in its
jaws, fighting the ultimate fight.
From the pain they’ll learn to grow,
Like plants to springtime light.
-b.m.
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