The Beginning Of Days

On torn veil, truth is revealed,

 Broken redemption now sealed.

For it is unto this darkness,

 That perdition doth lurk.

For to glories quest it seeks

Through withal to defiance usurp.

For the charlatans of mystery remain,

And the black masses crow loudly

In mute effort to defile His name.

As they in their victory's rambled ruse,

 Build white silence upon the cathedrals of shame.

 Spires point heavenward,

Old gray men steal into the night

With black frocks cloaking their hearts disdain,

Chasing false teachings

 Scourging the latter rain.

Days are a coming, where the night creeps in,

and the burden of light falls prey to sin.

The veil asunder, the firmaments fill with wonder,

as the beginning of days begins once again.

“And the earth was without form, and void;

 and darkness was upon the face of the deep”

Genesis 1:2

J. Allen Wilson © Three 2006