Rising moon in the sky
Orange sand on the bare land below
“There they lie,” thought the child
“Tails of the gazelles swaying in the wind’s flow.”
So simple, no worries.
Moon setting, sun awakening
Flowers blooming, stretching up.
A cloak fell on the child, burying their being
A crowd of screaming figures, speeding around.
Sun yawning, moon sprawling
The town bustling like a bee hive
Out of nowhere emerged a figure
Soon, cutting through the bustling like a knife
Appeared the penumbra in the sudden light
Clouds joining, sun hiding
Gates creaked open like a storm subsiding
In the palace there emerged a figure once more
“Listen, I am your savior,” declared the being
“I have fought with all my might” they said “I will do what I see right!”
Dusk falling, moon calling
The savior sat on their new throne.
“I have saved the people,” they thought
“I have the power, as I have shown.”
Sun resting, moon calling
Birds chirping like any other day.
The shadow of a figure moved lightly
And stood like a pillar in front of the new chief.
“Who are you to deceive?” cried the shadow
“Who are you to rule?” it continued, thriving off of their guilt.
Sun welcoming light, moon fleeing the sunny sight
Thoughts shuffling like leaves in autumn light
The phony leader baffled like a cut-off seam
“What have I done?” they thought to themself.
“Who am I really if not me?”
The sun sealed by the clouds, moon afar
The chief sat and suddenly appeared their toom
“You are strong, powerful,” they said, their door ajar
“You are deceitful, two-sided,” a solemn murmur entered the room.
“You can run, run away from haters,” the whisper said
“You can ignore the voice of reason in your youth”
“All things you can try,” it continued, “it won’t make things right”
“For I am in you, from you, and with you. I am your very own truth.”
the battles we face
BY pepe pyykkö