Fear is a thief who flaunts copious faces,
Creep into places behind
bolted doors,
Across creaky floors
Wearing sheepskin in shadows,
Wading through wallows of
Flesh-scorching embers.
Loss-laden liar of vacant
defiance
Forms an alliance with preconceived notions,
Swallows the potion of
promised relief
Until ruin and grief abide
side by side
Lost in a promise that no one remembers.
Who is this harbinger
Living in darkness
Alive with the starkness
of blistering scorn?
And who will bring light
To a quivering night
So fear may be banished
And hope reborn?
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