The night
Had not yet reached halfway
The faint flame of the lantern
Flickered and burned
And on the dark walls of the fortress
It cast the terror of a lurking beast
As if
Impatiently waiting in ambush
For the passing of the caravan
They said
No sin was committed upon us
For them to claim our lives
Nor any innocence
To release our souls
From the snare of despair
Neither in paradise
Were we allowed a path
Nor in hell
Did we possess the power
To ignite even a spark
Perhaps it was the fate of an angel
In the shape of a man
Or the rebellion of a demon
From the ranks of angels
The night
Was still stuck halfway
And the heavy latch of the city's gate
Woven by the ancient threads of time
Had etched a seal
On its face
They said
We did not bite
The lips of knowledge
From the guilty furrow of wheat
Nor did we pluck
A fruitless apple from any tree
We merely made our home in a purgatory
And bought the poisonous spell of myth
Like an eternal curse
To let the ancient mirage
Wander in our hearts
The night halfway through
Had fallen asleep
And the unseen embrace of darkness
Awaited the smooth passage
Of the travelers
Arsalan -Tehran
30th Sep. 2021
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