Holy men tell us life is a mystery. <br />They embrace that concept happily. <br />But some mysteries bite and bark <br />and come to get you in the dark. <br /> <br />A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall! <br />Daylight retreats; night swallows all. <br />If good is bright, if evil is gloom, <br />high evil walls the world entombs. <br />Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall. <br /> <br />Darkness devours every shining day. <br />Darkness demands and always has its way. <br />Darkness listens, watches, waits. <br />Darkness claims the day and celebrates. <br />Sometimes in silence darkness comes. <br />Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. <br /> <br />We can embrace love; its not too late. <br />Why do we sleep, instead with hate? <br />Belief requires no suspension <br />to see that Hell is our invention. <br />We make Hell real; we stoke its fires. <br />And in its flames our hope expires. <br />Heaven, too, is merely our creation. <br />We can grant ourselves our own salvation. <br />All that's required is imagination.<br /><br />Dean Koontz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkfall/
