REALITY

Underneath an autumnal sky
A young warrior stood
Still as the naked birches and hemlocks
Which framed his form.

His effortless poise
And godlike grace
Betrayed no sign of the furious battle
Raging behind those Adamic eyes.

There in that Innerland
The Archangel hurled shafts of Light
To tempt, to blind,
But I, I tricked them both,
Kissed his sight with my leprous smile,
Claimed his heart
And sent him on to fight for me.



ALLEN WOOD , 1991