Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Threshold





the threshold none can cross
invited you must be
all things of darkness cannot pass
shadows of the fallen of long ago

they rage and scream in silence
withering swaying back and forth
but none can enter uninvited
for the threshold is built strong as the cross

it burns and stings their rotted skin
still they are trapped in thick undulating air
safety lies within the spell you cast
the wards block the way a holy shield

strong the wizard a warden for all man kind
his power born from what fills his soul,heart and mind
all whom seek asylum must hold the threshold whole
against black shapes that wait in the dark

never let it go..

3 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

That warden drives me nuts. This is a wonderful poem. Thank you.

Madeleine said...

Hi Cassie, that's a very evocative piece.

Sorry I haven't visited for a while, I find black screens and white writing very bad for my migraines. :O)

Old Ollie said...

You are original...I dig your work.