Treasure Island

Dillon McKenna


The Dying of the Light


The dying of the light casts a doubt
On who is with and who is without.
In the blinding dark it is clear
Whose heart is there and whose is here.

Find me a torch, some burning brand
To illuminate the soul of my fellow man.
To find the source of the holy light
And it by compassion reignite.

Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2012
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