A Pantoum of Shadows

Monsters in the eyes of men
Who haunt these hallowed halls
Chanting out a false amen
While the angels start to fall

Who haunt these hallowed halls
Where demons dare not tread
While the angels start to fall
From their heavenly bed

Where the demons dare not tread
Nor speak of what’s arrived
From its heavenly bed
Of which it was deprived

Do not speak of what’s arrived
That shadow in your heart
From which it was deprived
The most essential part

The shadow in your heart
Chanting out a false amen
Is the most essential part
For these monsters made of men

 


The prompt for this poem was to simply “Write a Pantoum.”

This is my interpretation. What’s yours?

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