The Hands

Give a heart;

Steal a soul.

A little here,

A little there,

With stars as bright as coal.

Not a devil,

In the daylight.

Nothing precious,

To behold.

No angels passing night.

Fear forever heavy.

Separations in the mold.

Time's resistance constant,

And yet the world will roll.

Everything's moving,

Shifting to change what may,

And forever is forgotten,

At the steady pounding fray.

Waking as a demon,

Running from a flood.

Desperate for redemption,

And only finding blood.

Reveal stars,

Hiding near.

Shine out the light,

Penetrating.

Turn back the hands that fear.

-Yabou