Reflection of the Dark

Past the veil are shadows known,
Alive despite intention.
Without denial they exist,
Beyond mere recognition.
Yet these dark imprints signal not,
Imperative malevolence.
Sometimes darkness is the impetus,
Of serene nostalgic silence.
And while discerning which of these,
Awaits us at the thought,
We may find solace knowing that,
Villains tarry not,
In queries of the should-haves,
Or repentant genuflect,
Our heart exposed, amidst our woes,
A longing to be blessed.

Phantasm Dismayed

There is a dusty road,
In a vacant town,
Where no one lives,
And there is no sound.
It was once a great city,
Populated with thinkers,
Filled with ideas,
And numerous speakers.
But now they are gone,
Dead and buried today,
Replaced with shadows,
Phantasm dismayed.
They lurk in the darkness,
Only seen by the light,
That by chance shines upon them,
And reveals such a sight.
Oh what they would do,
If they merely would speak,
Igniting conversation,
Inspiring to think.
Break free from your prison,
Think not on your fear,
Abandon your fortitude,
Your salvation is near.