Tricks of Light: A Poem

Beyond refraction, as concealing as it redirects—you know mirage.

Beyond lies, as seductive as it whispers—you know truth.

How tricky the light is, using your blind faith to trap you in a state of perpetual midnight sun. Diluting

your brilliance. Forfeiting your divinity.

You waited in vain for someone to save you from the monsters you feared were waiting in the dark to

devour. Forsaking painful truths. Consuming the beautiful lie.

But the monsters are what the machinations of delusion want to rob you of. The ghosts that haunt you,

the foes you thought friend, are the stumbling blocks your monsters can slay into building blocks.

There is no deflecting from the mirror, the arbiter of truth, where it is your duty and yours alone to

leverage the underworld to weigh your soul against the dazzling effects of the scales.

Having shed an ocean of tears for your own grief and for the world, you enter the shadowy depths as

the wounded warrior.

As your eyes adjust in the darkness to the illumination of your naked reflection, you emerge from the

abyss as the sacred warrior with a hellfire of rage to fight for sovereignty and truth.

And though you walk through the shadow of the valley of death, you will fear no monsters for they are

the shepherds of lost souls that brought you visions of life beyond death.

Defend to the end the worthwhile.

You were born for this.