"bright shafts of sunlight poured through a tiny door embedded within the vast arching oak doors of the prison, and for the first time in thirty years, sidney stepped out into the world a free man" - Simon Atherly
mortals are bright
Each a pillar, singular shafts
Blazing in a world of
Darkness. Life made of sunlight.
each of them poured
To the world through
Feminine wiles, a
Non-glimmer emerged, a speck so tiny,
Began its path to the door.
Its wants embedded
From an archaic time, within
What was once the
Pure and vast
Cosmos, all encompassing splendour forever arching.
But soon it became like a hardened daemon of oak
Seeing that the new