Blinded

A perilous winter
Struck the hearts of
Those who heard the cold whispers.
Throaty,
raspy sounds
filled the halls where
the poor man dwelled.
No soul in sight
neither
a light
to guide him
like the Northern Stars.
Bright, big, terrible,
a light shone through
filling
nooks, crannies, spaces,
where secrets were stashed;
no more.
The creaking shack
under the weight succumbed
to luminosity
far removed from lighter times.

A perilous summer it is
for one who
with darkness sided.
For though the light
did shine bright
To eyes unadjusted
it  b l i n d e d.

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