The GuardianA Poem by Lumière Déclinante
So many things we must look at from a different perspective...
A gentleman, with a dark cloak
Rides on through the night
Taking the damned under his wing,
Those furthest from the light.
The stories are all fake, my dear.
You will be safe with him.
He does not care for your feelings
But he will not judge your sins.
He is the silent protector.
He will understand all you ache for and grieve.
He will not expect you to ask for forgiveness
Like this God in which you believe.
He realises you are human
That there are wrongs you cannot help.
He will never turn you away from his door.
This man, the devil himself.
© 2012 Lumière Déclinante
Hobbiton, The Shire
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