The Price To Pay

Expanded and edited version of a poetic response to Icelandicblue's poem, "The Light of Liberation" http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1452769/

Can feel
The darkness
Moving ever closer
Toward me.

Like a moth
To a burning candle
On the table.

Knowing

The allure is

Filled with danger
For there
To be light.

Oftentimes

Sacrifices
Must be made

By all.

Whether

In human blood

Or one's soul
To cleanse
This toxic waste.

Without them
Hope is
A four letter
With no meaning.

Except
As an archaic entry
In the dictionary.