we are chosen
the softest revelation
a whisper in the ear
my guide
resides inside the stars
every fallen one a trail of wonder
we are blinded by our choices
good and evil are a delusion
the fires burn bright on both sides
nobles bend to humble the saved
the willing serve a master
and feed the flames
until a whisper is no more
breathless is the audible silence
a still calm plays madness divine
direction is the next tossed coin
the answer empties
as water flows
through clasped hands
no whispers faint
no star fallen trail
no sunshine at midnight clear
the rear-view mirror
loaded  for retrospect
  dark wings of my brothers
a shadow cast across my face
as the fate I cannot escape


Terry Darcy-Ryan