Deliver or Devour

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The fate of man is not the will of outside forces, but of the choices he makes; and he chooses selfishly, greedily, and destructively. He chooses his end…

…Darkness consumes light and something wakes to this world. The thing is ancient and has lain in wait for its time, and now because of choices Master’s bidding thrives.

Since time human emotions stirred it, aroused its hunger; and soon, it shall feed. Like delicious icing to a cake, emotions smear it, and the stench of decay invigorates and honors it.

Lying in wait has left it dry and rigid, lifeless. Now membranes swell and ooze with suffrage, and it feels good, dreadfully good.

Suffering long, periods without life’s blood, stiffly, limbs animate. Rising, the haunts of confusion cloak it, yet stale blood speaks to a sordid tale. Surely, a tale of horror is no less worthy than one of trusting vengeance.

The memory of death illuminates it, and the powers of blackness deliver its will. “Father, because of them I died, because of them I live, and forever I pledge death to the world.” Now armed with hatred delivered by darkness eternal damnation reigns. Gruesomely and grudgingly, horrific destruction witnesses the fall of humankind.

This horror also devastates the helpless Guardians. Choices imperil the world, and as much as they may care to help Guardians cannot interfere. The second thoughts in human thinking are the Guardians at work; they could do no more.

Before dripping from twilight his greed-awaited man, and only the couple of intents to intangibles may reconstruct his void. Sadly, humankind ever stirs batches of bitterness; and therefore, its choices would deliver or devour it.

COPYRIGHT (C) 2014 DELBERT H. RHODES

Our Living Love

In the quiet morning sunshine
Sleeps a silent moonlit night
Shadows lovingly illuminate
Rivers bend left to right

I feel it whenever holding you
It is vibrant in my smiles

The magic born between us
Like mysteries to the isles 

Believe me I adore you
And yes, you love me too
The gates of time standing open
With happy hearts we walk through 

The Serengeti is our pillow
Alaskan ice an ancient friend
 Brasilia forever loved
Dearest America, in the end

It is our time and Father calls us
We gladly kiss the starlit skies
The world our home for a lifetime
Our living love never dies

Copyright © 2014 Delbert H. Rhodes