The pale shadows flickered on the wall
Offering a refuge from
The dismal glance
The man sat at a table with his hands
Crossed
And muttered a blessing in a drunken
Stupor
The somber room reeked of oppressive
Piety
Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy
In the
Shadows a wife and child slept
Weary eyes closed in a
Listless grief
A silence hovered outside in a
Pitch-black darkness
The man's delusion
Demons with
Lizard-like tongues and blackened wings
A curse on his
Beloved
His fearful eyes darted around the desolate
Room
And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden
Wall
The man sat at the edge of a bed
And
Farewelled his sleeping family
The cold barrel pressed
Against their forehead
In a calm devotion before the blast
The thunder silenced into a whisper
And raised the
Smoke of lost tomorrow