Paradise Lost Book II, 947–950
Among the jagged cliffs of an unknown place,
Beneath the dark sobering skies,
In the light of eternal stars,
Our heroic lightbearer succumbs to his tragic condemnation.
A millennia has had him labeled,
Liar, cheat, trickster,
Yet behold a man who defied a God’s,
Tyrannical rule over the minds of individuals.
His grand set of batwings comfort,
The freethinker’s spirit.
A set of quality armor,
Offers a defense to artists threatened.
There are times when I find myself,
Wandering those same cliffs,
Within a melancholy mood,
Wondering what is to happen to my world,
Before looking up and seeing my guide,
The one who offers comfort in dark places,
The one who stood by my side when loved ones passed,
Our tragic lightbearer.
Keith Fallows received his B.A. in English from Neumann University in Aston, PA in December 2016. He now attends the M.F.A. program at Rosemont College in Bryn Mawr, PA. Being an avid reader and writer, Keith has recently taken an interest in Ekphrastic work and often writes at night while listening to a wide range of music.
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