Did Not Want to See

They really didn't want to see
the monster they'd created.
Demon spawn that dawned
within their brains.

Thunder booms, the sunlight streaks
through cloudy gray that peaks
in a great, flowing feel of numinosity.

Breeding in the shadows, it came forth.
Born within the prison of denial.
Sequestered for too long
within the cells of loneliness.

Thunder booms, the sunlight streaks
through cloudy gray that peaks
in a great, flowing feel of numinosity.

They really didn't want to see
the monster they'd created.
Blind, the eyes, that never cry.
Gone, the love of their eternity...

? Michaelette ?

4/25/2003
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