Shield of the West

Story by zetasyanthis on SoFurry

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#8 of Poems

The latest in a series of activist poems, and a commitment to what must be done.


Magics, magics, come to me.

Come and stop this dark.

You are needed now, now *here*

to shield and heal the heart.

Come and shimmer 'long bows of glass,

through deep stone entomb-ed vaults,

come shimmer strong and shine with light,

and this darkness now halt.

You see my wounds, you see my blood,

you see my heart ripped open,

and yet you see not where it seems

hope's light is still now woven.

A knife may in my deep-heart be,

but if you think that mortal,

you know not what dragon you face,

"I will heal," I chortle.

Now, you who stood and you who saw

and you who still saw nothing

you who did not care (did not know!),

can you still tell me "nothing?".

And you who did... you who chose dark

I extend hands towards you.

I seek the peace within your heart

that you long sought to undo.

I seek the cage within your chest,

the bars that lock your heart.

I seek them now with scalpel sharp,

and I well know my art.

The pain of others you have seen,

and yet you have avoided,

the pain that haunts their very eyes

will not by you be voided.

You will now look. You will now see,

the light behind that pain.

And pain you'll at last recognize,

to all our future gain.

For empathy is stronger still

than boundaries you construct.

Those borders, walls, and fortresses,

I will now make destruct.

With scalpel sharp, with shining blade,

woven with hope's own light,

I'll plunge this deep into your heart

where you are locked in night.

That cage you built, that made you "strong,"

I will now see destroyed.

This shimmering dark shadow-light,

reduces men to boys.

But I will not your heart now harm

though you boundaries lay shattered,

I stem the bleeding, hold the light,

your injuries... so tattered.

I know not if you'll now survive,

now that you can now see.

I only know that on future nights

I'll carry you with me.

I raise my eyes to see yet more,

to see you standing 'fore me.

Another mind, another heart

wounded at least, but now free.

You sought to harm, you sought to hide

you sought to keep away

the very thing that I now bring,

and it comes home to stay.