by Lauren Baum

Created on: May 30, 2008

Shadow Of The Crescent Moon

Spinning out of control in the expanding vortex
communication breaks down, direction is lost
Strength flags, determination falters, resistance fails,
Fatherless children attack social values.
A flood of filth is poured out like a plague.
The celebration of purity is universally discarded.
The good have lost all faith, and the evil
are full of words without meaning.
Certainly something is about to be revealed,
Surely Messiah is coming soon.
Messiah! The name is barely spoken when
A great picture from the living spirit,
Gives me nightmares: from the empty quarter,
comes a monster with staring eyes and merciless heart,
slowly it heaves itself upright, while all around it whirls
the forms of the disturbed carrion eaters.
The shadows fall, but I still can see,
that two millennia of stolid, slumbering
has been awakened to terror, by a young virgin girl
and an humble manger.
And the great Red Dragon, whose hour has finally arrived,
Slithers toward the gathering storm.

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