the lonely plight  
of a dissident man

a single lucent light fueled in the night
so flows pontification and foresight

the crowd it incites
a mass devoted to their leaders spite

the light of one
the spark of another

forming the glow
of a stagnant umbra

this path of no resistance
is the wicked path at our insistence

it Juggles through the past
navigates the lost

untwists the fray
it is the sound that will not settle

a growl of medal
a clink and a rattle

the sound of chain
that engraves a pain

the gun on your temple with a pulled trigger
rush of blood in you ears, fear simple fear

a stab with a twist of knifed redemption
the next stick leads to your suffocation

now you understand how easily we shatter
our disappearance so final a matter

gods spell is knocking
loyal, dead and forgiving

the answer is a doorbell
unfeigned by heaven or hell

we abide times insight
waiting for a green light

a moment of enchantment
one final choice to exit

the one last chance
destined for happenstance  

as the rattlesnake stance
warns and demands  

ruling their charmer
into an alliance

the masses expand
for the malice at hand

arousing a jump in the fire
as the mob grows ******

alarming numbers
fall in shoulder to shoulder

follow the flock
a parade in sync

the fall of one
the march of another

until we no longer struggle


Terry D’ArcyRyan