Grace
mad flashes of dawn, fingers of light raining down in ecstasy,
eyes of god on the horizon, the glory of a new day.
the Watcher cries out, the second coming is at hand.
all beings raise their heads, torn between day and night
dark beasts howl mournfully, in pain and sorrow
for their eyes are aflame with hope.
and they are afraid, so fearful of the majesty.
now they fade away, into dust, carried away by the winds.
the people of the sun raise their hands in infinite joy
for their time is at hand, and they are happy in this light.
celebration as far as the eye can see,
yet as the swift hand of Time tightens its grip,
so does the sun pass through the sky
making its eternal sorrowful journey,
and the darkness begins to stir.
the gathering forces of the night
slowly assemble underneath the setting sun,
and the good souls of the light cry deeply,
for their time is quickly coming to an end.
the darkness rapes the land, boils the seas.
and it laughs.
and there, see the people of the sun,
preserved only by the light of the moon.
-Johannes
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