Cloak and Dagger.

A dagger is most comfortable
when hidden in the dark.
Cloaks are deft shields
For those of ill intent.
A cop has a flashlight
to scare away the knives–
But not everything hidden
Is revealed by man’s fight.

For I tread a fine line
Between Heaven and Hell–
Casting a long shadow
Between here and eternity.
Only bridge across the gap,
is a coated wooden plank
covered in a dead man’s blood
and filled with iron nails.

Millions stand aloft in a valley
that is called “threshing sledge”.
Stroll along this rolling sphere,
and see the souls about to die.
I see an arrow drunk with blood,
And a great harlot that is the same.
Though Justice is nailed to a pillar,
She will be freed upon that day.

So much, then, for your scheming,
All Evil will be put to shame.
All things hidden will be revealed–
cloaks torn and knives dismembered.
The arrow conquers the harlot
as one City replaces the other.
And so the storybook will fold,
as the page turns to tell another.

{CK}