The Safeguard

Posted: September 27, 2017 in Poetry

His shadow pads at my heel
The light flickers, a shield gently shimmers
Uncloaked is the darkness, raw is the cold
Carried are the destroyers of old
Squashed apples become the feast of your mind
Winding paths carve protection where
Layered fear peels away
The light, the fire, the pain
Safeguard leads and he follows
He sleeps in among thieves
There in the morning, a reminder of life
The Safeguard doesn’t speak
He lays silent by my side.


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