To the Shadow

Yes, we have touched, have met

In the woods where we passed

There, when the sun grew cold

And blight lay on the grass.

I heard you in the trees,

The wind betrayed your course.

I had no energy

To trace you to your source

There, while the morning burned,

I was a flattened thing

Laid low with so much ease

By the brush of your wing.

I am so very small,

You, a monstrosity,

Mighty to shake my world,

Mighty to fall on me.

Yet I know all that tale

Which you would not have told,

Of your triumphant day

When sun and moon grew cold.

Oh, it was all a lie,

Your famous victory –

It took one empty tomb

To crush you utterly.

You still breathe venomed breath

Where paths grow hard and grim;

Yet you are dead, oh death!

All is restored in Him.