In the midst of darkness a voice is heard

grasping towards a sound

a subtle voice must be clear

where art thou Lord?

Art thou neigh?

An angel with an outer glow

deceives the searching heart

for a time

beguiled by the beauty without

and doesn’t see the vine

a good hold

it has and strangled the very life

tears from those who care

warned as much as dared

if only they had but listened

their world would  then be spared.