There was a time when Souls were heard and Love was kept in a little box of SecretsVirgin Dreams trembled in hands of despair
Among the hearts of Men whose songs were sung
A Music no instrument could play
A voice unwielded by the mouths of Earth
Only Believed
Like so many plights, it lingered in the Dreams of
The Righteous
The Psalms of the Devout
And the Cathedrals where Hearts are as vast, epic and empty
Save the crystalline Light falling on
Prayers ancient as Dust
There was a Time when the Darkness gave us Light
We ranted
We converted
We conquered
Zealous and Hungry was our Dark-Light
So many Souls
Gone
We who are Sword are no more
We who are Gun are no more
We who are Serpent are few
The weight of the Human Body wakens
Soon shall become prophecy,
Dream
And wake no more
