At The Edge
Do you see, oh children under the sun?
A comedy, our tragedy, apparent before but one
As gates open and fiends admire
Of what us now, we bogged in mire?
The time to love is most apparent
As left we are, our hearts transparent
I know not of what powers be
Nor those Paul called ‘principalities’
Of what lurks beyond tomorrow’s edge?
Where dark suns rise, and the hollow pledge?
I know not what tomorrows be
Nor the validation of any prophecy
But I feel, a pressure, a presence you see
Of dark-star tides, oh what will be?
Aeons old, and lurkers nigh
Where shadows crawl and death does cry
Piece by piece, a final meal
A black sun rises, but is it real?
Oh under the sun, before the clouds
What hides, what’s hidden, wherefore it shrouds?
On the horizon, at the edge
A morrow brings, perception’s ledge
I know not what comes, I know not what be
I feel, I feel, but do I see?
Do you, do you, cast eyes elsewhere?
The edge, sky’s burn, dreaded Styx’s fare?
Yet who transgresses, to here, from where?
What worlds invisible lie dormant there?
Secrets kept ten thousand years
Oh my, oh dear, but can you hear?
Embers flare and torrents fly
Where mysteries call and fate does cry
Before, beyond, our darkened sky
Heed now, heed then, such times are nigh
