god gives glory in defeat and
i search through that darkness that
excludes and gives light to
heavy hearts.

darkness that is contradictory in its ways because
it gives birth to lux in secrecy and
play, then allows you to succumb to better things.

like an evil queen he hides her up in a tower,
veiled by turbulent, tumultuous clouds that thunder and roar
to drown out her screams for rescue.

as i trek on i tell myself,
"**** a demon today, face the devil tomorrow.",
but i have been in hell too long,
and i can no longer tell the difference between
feathered wings and ghoul kings.

on stone-paths, i hear the angels of mercy sing.
their notes lead the way,
but somehow i get caught up in the stupor.

i search through darkness to find the light.
light shone on darkness and
darkness did not come.

yet i still wear his helmet.