Abel’s courage

 Whispers fall into the silver of night

As old men of charity succumb to the dearth of light.

Winged patriarchs of number fill the tops of trees

While priest seeking penitence gather on bended knee.

Days crumble beneath the weight of worldly sin

Tomorrow haggles the nights precursor

As the future of yesterday is soon to begin.

Oh little does man know of how it will soon be,

As the night of forever is consumed by a desert sea.

The stars of heaven will wax so cold,

The mountains of Abel’s courage

Will rise once more to the light behold.

Then from within the silver darkness

The sons of Cain will of at last taste

The enmity of their own destruction

As the future of their sordid tomorrow is laid to waste.

J. Allen Wilson © Eight 2006