Fall onto knees
Under the shadows,
Shivering, suffering,
Praying for a way out,
Waiting for Gadot,
Sir Lancelot,
Or the appointed anointed,
But nothing arrives,
But darkness.

But no shadow exists
Without a light
To cast it.
Sunshine over the shoulder,
Nothing but darkness
In sight.
No knight needed
To turn and face the sun.

3/19-3/20/19

This poem was originally posted, in a slightly different form, on FreeVerse Revolution.