Rising from the coals
And shadows of flames,
Dressed in deep void
With eyes like portals
To the dense bramble
Of your obscure lives,
I am your companion.
There is passion in your fear that
This blood fire is your last sunset.
You smolder in my breath, and
I thrive on your muffled screams.
I hold you down as you writhe in agony,
Locked under my gaze.
My breath is odious;
My face, repugnant.
My laughter, the cackling of fire.
You recoil, gasping for prayer,
But little do you know,
I am the answer you seek,
For so long you have hidden
Inside this clay façade.
Living for self in idle pleasure,
Slumbering like the dead in this carcass
With no clear path to truth
Beyond mindless habit and desire.
Open your eyes! Can you not see!
You rebuke this Demon, but
I am the Harbinger sent to alarm and awaken.
Look at the Foe who will crack open your heart!
If you don’t do it, I must smash the walls
Around your garden!
Had you known your truth is far scarier
Than this Behemoth,
You would have conquered your Shadow Foes,
Binding you to complacency.
Confess, I fascinate you, and
Your compulsions attract me.
I will hold you down
Until you scream for God’s mercy, yet
Little do you know, I am His Instigator,
Inciter of Truth.
I am the fire plundering your earth
To crack open your seed
To hasten your growth.
I am His Leviathan, and though
Cast to the raging depths,
I still rise as an angel.
Not all wings are lucent;
This dark cloak is well worn,
Tattered by lies, deceit, trespasses, addictions.
Though I am the underbelly of the snake,
Dark Light is still Divine.
I am an instrument of His Peace, and
For this you need me, the Dark Apostle,
To jolt you from trance
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: “The Devil’s in the Details”, original digital art, ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog