Shadows Dispersed

Tell me now, holier than thou,

do you hear those bones a rattlin?

There’s no rat in the rafters

squeaking happily ever afters ,

that’s the chatter of the skeletons tattlin.

~

Whispering of light that splinters the night

revealing intended deception.

Both faces in the mirror

exposing traces of shrouded fear

to those swayed in the wrong direction.

~

So let me ask, without your mask,

can you recognize your own reflection?

Is it the angel that you profess

or the demons that you’ve undressed

that direct your duplicitous intentions?

~

Art credit: Robert Connett found at dippity.com