(A lone voice whispers )
I've lit so many small campfires
Inside this dark labyrinth
Within my mind
To push back the conception or creation
Of deathly darkness
By flickering light
I've seen raw visions as wicked voices
Draw sharpened claws
To bleed the black mud
They
The corrupted
Bend to pray
Kneel and love
Before they go to war
With crazy political applause
Saw countless coffins
In lines of black and gold
All shiny
Caused by sin
Filled to brim
As young and old
Grave diggers
Dug
Saw roots of Chaos
Toot
In victory
As it's sown
Watched a new man
Like Nero
Sit on burning throne
While ash and lava
Welcomed him home
Seas
Boil from black to red
With sweet embrace of the dead
Heard battle songs
Of false strengths and gory
As I stood in circle
Seeing new tapestries
Before me
Of an old story
The greed of man
Chasing
Dark versions of Mary
For a sip
Of her black cherry
Or whatever's
In her inventory
But near when end
Seems to run its course
As people flee
On foot
Or horse
I dreamed or saw
Angels appear
With those we miss
And love the most
Standing side
By side
With Holy Ghost
Whispering
Fear not
The Great Rot
But see this day
And know
Faith lives on
For within prayer
It's never gone
And it's why the Dark
Will always die
And Light
Will always
Rise again
For although they seek to corrupt
The world of men
With wicked plans
They will not succeed
For the love of power
Corruption
And greed
Will be their undoing
For it's in those gardens
Where the Lord
Any Lord
Regardless of Name
Has sown their Judgment Seeds
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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