The Terrible Abyss

Where is the poem to set the soul aflame,

The lines that herald immortality,

The secret and inviolable Name

Whose sound is whispered through eternity?

Before us yawns the terrible abyss.

Is there still time or has the glass run out

To effect the final change or shall we miss

Our goal and ending with a poignant shout,

"What have we done O earth but wounded you

And in our senseless greed failed to care

For all that is most beautiful and true",

And then go down to death in deep despair.

All that was gold we turned to tarnished brass

And toyed with falsehood in perverse delight,

Turned the sacrament to a black Mass

And from the day's embrace we welcomed night.