Secret Societies

Upon a crescent moon with hungry tiger eyes,

Comes now…comes now a secret storm

garnished with destructive and lamenting cries.

Hot, putrid and vile anger now fills the hearts of once gentle men,

as those of lesser stature are consumed from the black fury within.

Dark and secret societies of a sordid and sullen cast,

Have risen now, oh risen now as silent specters

from the smoldering ashes of yesterdays villainous past.

They come forth in the form of a maddening

with rage in their soulless eyes

they peer from alleyway and chapel hall,

Catching God's children unawares…

All unawares

To the mighty cities fall.

For many a great have erred in the coming of this way

Seeking their solace in blind truth,

forever searching for the peace of a better day.

Yet, truth and peace are senseless and cruel illusions,

which dull the minds of honest men.

For all are just mere reflections

Vague misaligned visages

of the naive in mind.

Yet forge on…forge on do we,

Oh helpless cripples

Cast down on a tormenting sea.

Lost now forever

Lost for eternity.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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