The kabbalistic home

K is for Kabbalistic

Echoing steps at dawn: stories of darkness 

faint whispers of: demons retreating,

a vortex sweeping through: leaving behind a trail of destruction.

Is there hope in Zion?: who shall save us?

The kabbalistic home rages: a crimson hue adorns the skies

lambs and wolves alike are slain: no soul is safe.

Is there no hope in Zion?

Open the pages: look within,

therein lies hope: banish the resounding fear

The throne of secrets: and covert shadows 

shall  be destroyed:  with the truth

There is hope in Zion: cloaked in the innocence and bravery of a suckling babe.

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Copyright Kent Bonham

This was written as a cleave poem, which has three poems within; one on the left, one on the right and the entire piece as one. Don’t know if it worked, please let me know.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and A to Z challenge. The picture was provided by Kent Bonham and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.