Prince of Darkness
December's night breeze
rustles the leaves, rumples
betraying sanctuary's silence.
A haloed bronze statue
shines upon bared branches,
hears the pious prayers
with angelic wings swoops down,
unearths the devout. Yet even
the Prince of Darkness gives thanks
before devouring his evening meal.
by Margaret Bednar, December 3, 2013
This is linked with Poet's United "Verse First - The Owl".