Lift the Pall of Night

Break through the ingrained centuries rutted curve

That joins us to the acts we would not cease,

And chains shored that forge with new-found strength

And bind us to the fate we would escape.

There pass before us shades of promises

Unkept, decisions dead, a panoply

Of work unfinished, realized not until

A door close upon our vain desires.

And though we accept our walls we somehow know

An hour shall sweep away millenniums,

Re-align the course of the world's erratic stream,

Unwind our shrouds and lift the pall of night.