Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind
Beyond Entropy

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © 5 August 1992)

 

In the end,
they say,
all light
fails.
Darkness.
Death.
Cold.
Collapse.
Doomed
is light
and heat
within a cosmos
running down
to utter
stillness.

Indeed,
darkness
seems
the norm of things.
Light can intrude,
but once expired --
darkness
is all
remaining.
The brightest star
is but a
pinprick
bleeding
in the void,
a wound
which
time will heal
and leave
the body
whole
as one
vast
night.

But
I say,
the body
that can bleed
can die.
We
feed on life;
we
dread blood;
containing both
and
yielding both
at last.
So darkness,
which devours
and flees
the light,
may be
mere
flesh,
caging
a soul
of light
which some-
Day
must
go
free.


 

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