Treacherous choirs from heaven,
lullabies come as if from the sirens
to lead me blindly, to admire the stars,
as I ignore the blades that stab at me.
My blood runs scarlet, falls to the earth
like a sacrifice to some vengeful god,
believing the lies that the hosts tell,
in the light I shall find peace.
The Dark Times long gone
held a promise of escape from the knife,
sinister songs held truth,
as much as the demons could spew.
But here came Justice with sword aflame
to wipe away the corrupted and soiled,
to lead us blindly down that road
that exchanges free will for salvation.
© Antonio Beardall