A Hunt in the Matrix

The star spangled matrix

lit up the night

souls spidered into the crevices

out of sight

A figure hovers

with deep resolve

swindle a soul

in which to evolve

The figure is empty

filled with hate

wanting to love

before it’s too late

Into the matrix

the figure searches each room

finally finding an unguarded soul

determined to cause doom

The soul fights

there is fire within

the figure strikes

with an evil grin

A light appears

an angel in the mist

striking his sword

the figure begins to hiss

Hurled into the darkness

the figure diminishes

blinded by love

the figure is finished

Love wins the day

the souls emerge again

embracing each other

for the matrix a win

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce


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