Fleeting shadows, wisps of darkness
Flashing beacons, wings so bright
Scarlet portals, sinister gaze
Light is darkness, darkness – light?
“Nothing to fear. Do as thou wilt.”
Angelic sonnets turned to sneers
Holiest Name, the desperate cry!
Beware little children! And woe to all
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Feature image: artist unknown
Artwork and quote: Alura Cein