Archontic Stain, Part 2 [sonnet]
We wrestle not with things which we can see.
Yet, unbeknown to most, there is a war
enshrouded with invisibility,
which all who love the Light come to explore.
The world we see is just an outward show
of what is nowly hidden from our eyes.
The truth’s revealed to those who want to know;
for there is more than blueness in our skies.
Around this earth swirl skirmishes now veiled
in parallelsome ether’s cunning cloak.
Through phantoms there the blind will be derailed
but not those who to truth and Light awoke.
The time has come to choose which side to take;
for soon upon this world a storm will break.
© Alan Morrison, 2015
The Naked Troubadour 