Sleeping Beauty
Anarchy reigns over me.I cast all believers out.
I do not see them as they,
one by one, are dragged away
by hungry lions.
I am blinded by
the inferno within,
and yet I feed its fire.
I want to feel it rage
and consume me.
I turn away from the ideal
toward the darkness where
my doubts are hidden in the shadows
and he is the light that casts them.
If I left the cave,
his glow would be drowned
in the blistering heat of the Good,
and I would be released.
But I am so snug, and
so safe.
Perhaps I will linger for
just a moment longer,
pressing my cheek against
the coolness of this rock,
and resting here, in the shade.
