Heart Of Darkness

Heart of Darkness

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A myth is told by those who know
about events, from long ago,
in words that can’t be said aloud
less they call forth the One Unbowed.

Cast from the heavens by the hand
of He, whose word is a command
that all creation must obey,
forbidden in the light of day.

In darkest hell he made his throne
and gathered souls, not to atone -
to put his power on display
damning those who went astray.

He could not overcome his pride
so his one flaw he had to hide -
a heart that had been made for good;
a weakness just he understood.

He tore it free, encased in stone,
and mounted it above his throne.
A final act for all to face
as he embraced his fall from grace.

The Heart of Darkness, it is said,
gives power over all that’s dead.
A few have tried to tame its power
yet, in the end, they were devoured.

Hitler, Stalin, names we fear
and many more we’ll never hear
have touched the Heart, only to die.
And still he offers one more try.

Those willing to go any length,
who crave the power and the strength,
will seek this dark jewel. It exists
as hollow promises writ in mists.

Without a heart, there are only lies;
damnation hidden in the guise
of a covenant, signed in red.
And so the fires of hell are fed.

Beware the Heart, it has no light,
spreading darkness like a blight
seeking only torment for your soul
that Heaven’s tears cannot console.

A myth is told by those who know
about events, from long ago,
in words that can’t be said aloud
less they call forth the One Unbowed.


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