The man stands alone on a beach

Toes in the sand,

No need to speak, just a sigh of relief

Air fills his lungs,

He chuckles about his luck,

You don’t make deals with the man, his life has only begun

The man is to be feared,

For reasons soon to be made clear

As he looks to the light,

It is no longer the sun, the man and the moon stare into each others souls

The man is in fright

The moon is in fight

The man snaps out of his fear,

He bears a wicked grin,

From ear to ear

His mouth opens, to his horror, no words appear

The moon speaks,

A being who avoids the darkness of the silver,

Will never find the life of gold,

Repentance happens within,

You have never grappled with your sin

The man growls at the moon,

Angrily shouting, but knows his doom

The man is no longer,

His inability to look within,

Has allowed darkness to win

The moon knows,

The man folds,

The moon blasts a silver beam,

Like a powerful stream,

The silvery glow

Swallows you whole

Until you embrace it and flow,

You will then find rivers of gold