are the tests given
that sacred journey to the value of yourself
the rejection of deviation from
the all's well that never ends road
white dragons flying just beyond
the shadow door breaching the sun glow
on the wall of the day moving along
the dark man stands his coat flying
the wind from horned being intending
some inner bits confronted
he was blue
his light faded
his hand in a wanting wet scratch down the glass door
bleeding red
oh Man there
squint your eyes
and grab your tools of gaze
someone standing selfless and invisible
a gaes and distraction a shining shield
bending over for the demon
a luscious illustration of a truth
of glass shard elixir so luscious
built on broken melted sand shatter
that bleeds the dark to death
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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