I awoke into the darkness

In the hour of this early morn

To a voice yet not inside of me

But a shadow at my door.

It bade me come and speak awhile

In a voice so coarse and cold

As a fear that I had never known

Consumed my bodies hold.

It spoke of things still yet to come

The memories from my past,

It spoke of my undoing

In a prophetic binding cast.

I questioned my existence

Or could this be a dream…

In company of this shadowed mass

I pray to be redeemed.

Antony King 2018


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