The Shadow of A Peryton

“The darkness manufactures many hallucinations, but none more vivid than that endless ball of light that is steadily rotating in that enclosed space ahead.”

Hope.
Born of darkness struggles to remain a light,
As the Peryton screams it’s piercing war cry
- And ascends into the night.
The soul awaits its judgment,
Clinging on to what it can,
Silhouetted against the full moon,
The shadow of a broken man.

The Peryton wails into the night,
As it skims across the icy sea,
The most beautiful suicide,
The life cycle complete.

And there it is, the picture behind the final curtain,
That appears only when you stare into the eyes of mortality,
The Peryton, your hope, your light, your dark
Your journey, your beginning, on which now you must embark.

By Daniel Morgan