Poem: Lightning Rod

[zetasyanthis]

Like lightning strikes, I ground your fear
your fear of lasting life.
I short-circuit the trigger paths
and share things purely white.

A lightning rod for hope, despair,
and myriad other things
cannot but help but cry herself
from rent and torn heartstrings.

And surging for from heart so bright
I cast the darkness back.
I shout "BEGONE! YOU 'LONG NOT HERE
THIS IS THE HEALER'S PATH!"

As demons shy away from light
and from the heaven's call
Peace at last will find us sleeping.
Peace will find us all.