The darkness of the soul
From deep within
Weaves its deceit to haunt the mind
And steal the depths of the very heart.
Turns and twists its sword
To puncture and wound
From the dusty emptiness
Once left behind,
Digging its way forward
To kill and to maim for all time.
The spirit of light
Forgives and embalms
Gentle and soothing.
Knowing of truth
And bringing life.
Teaching a way ahead,
Radiating light
To the empty depths.
Breaking the web
And easing the dust,
Slowly dissolving,
Making something beautiful
Where darkness once ruled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Weaves its deceit to haunt the mind' nice line of an intriguing poem.. Thanks for sharing, Linda Fabrizio P.S.: maybe, you could try my poem Nocturnal Snowing and let me know what do you think..