And seeps deep into the Georgia clay
A hymn is hummed by the faces of old
Folding reality so the truth is seen
You cannot bargain with them
For your fate is sealed without faith
No courage to have, no belief system shrouded
A pentacle of hosts surrounds your soul
Begging for a way beyond the ether
You must stand your ground
Never leaning into a fearsome rage
Unbroken fear cowarding
Is what feeds the gluttonous unseen
Your soul is the light that vanquishes all
Within the darkest nights
As the storms the frays ©
Karen Fleming, 4.22.25
