Bad Poem 54 The Man with the Lantern

54_The Man with the Lantern

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There was a kiss of night,

With the endless pinholes in the sky,

Light on the other side.

And I or it could have been you,

Was blinded by the search for the door.

We gave into the passions of lust – love,

Maybe, even hate.

But the more we devoted to those pleasures,

The more we believed the light shining,

Was just the moon.

I was wrong,

When my hands were free from the Foe,

I saw –

                With tear stained eyes,

                Wrapped in red,

It was not the moon, but Him.

He stood there,

With a lantern,

Showing me the Way.