The Darkness before the Avatars' Descent

May 14, 2014

It follows us like a questing hound

Sensing the nearness of its hidden prey

Stealthily approaching with not a sound,

Darkness pounces on last light of day.

With burning eyes like chunks of glowing coal

The silent creatures of the night return,

Among them those who seek to steal the soul

All goodness, loveliness and truth they spurn

Savoring the evil of their way,

Vampires not of flesh but a fiendish kind

Who would rush to suck the marrow from the grey

Obfuscated matter we call mind.

Is there a way to enter into light

As the unrepentant forces reap

The human harvest, their unholy rite,

As war-torn widows and homeless children weep.

Tell me, if you can, is there a force

So powerful that it can change the course

Of destiny, return the world to Grace

That the spirit’s beauty might shine through every face?