Oh?
Light.
Light ahead.
In the darkness
Sometimes one candle
Is more than a
comfort.
Sometimes It casts
out
Its feeble light upon
Those shapes you
did not see,
Before,
And
Do not
Wish to see now.
Reaching branches,
Rearing rocks, dark
Water, bubbling as
If Something is in –
Shadows moving as
If alive, wait – one
Of the shadows is
Moving and you
Realize that if you
Could see the little
Light, why then,
So could any wee
Beastie that wants
To know where its
Next victim is, and
If you could reach
The light, why then,
So could any wee
Beastie that wants
To feast now – oh,
How foolish to find
the
Light, to run for the
light, to reach
The light that
locates you, shows you passing
In front of it, a
signal to all wee beasties that are surely
Creeping around, and
now you see why some people tell you to
Avoid looking into
the nasty creeping skulking things that seem to underlie much
Of life, don’t cast
light on them, don’t give yourself away, oh, no one wishes to see
The nasty wee beasties in the shadows, to feel their own
hand is forced into fighting them
So – you need more than one candle in the
darkness. You need a dozen. Two hundred.
Three hundred. Five. A thousand. A million. Bring light!
Bring light! The shadows shall not hide!