Ambrosia’s Twilight

Twilight of ambrosia

a hard pelting rain,

remorse of confusion

against sheltered life’s stain.

Shadows play hard

 against minds crumbling wall,

as darkness beckons

to heed nothings call.

Battles rage.

hearts torn asunder.

light begins to fade,

to spirits of plunder.

Consummation dies hard

against a withering yellow moon,

 principles revealed

weakness yet shorn,

as the black chalice of submission

from battles rage is born.

Darkness against light

evil is worn,

Goodness wins, as always in the end,

as a new creature from ambrosia’s twilight is born.

J. Allen Wilson © 2006