Sparks fly?
Of course not.
Phantom slides are so ridiculous
The truth is never told
(Them and their monopoly.)
So gullible, yet so incredulous
And their houses built on shifting sands
The balance of the wheel goes ‘round!
Inevitable
The stars are not deceived by pretense.
Darkness awaits the Light
Light awaits the Darkness
Primordial predestination rules
United we stand on the tight rope
between the two.
Raise your eyes, dear children!
Get off your knees, descendants!
Let Nature find refuge behind our shield
We are the Kingdom Of Heaven
On Earth.
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet who uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace their creativity in an increasingly dark world. Her work has appeared at The Poetry Bar, The Positivity Press, and the famed Spiritually Awkward Magazine . She's been a student of Alura Cein since 2015 and actively pursues her life purpose in the literary community.
Read some of Ena's completed work at The Whiteraven Net and check out her personal blog, Superlative Deviation. She's also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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