It’s not the time for lover’s kind,
It’s not the place for giver’s grace.
This time … the moments we live in,
Are mere grains of sand on the universe’s golden shore.
Walk we in shadows, dark alleyways,
Whispers like witching whores,
Begging us aside for the devil’s pay.
In these moments of darkness,
I awoke from my slumber–
My days of incumbance–
To the whispers of an angel,
Her voice soft and abundant.
“Come with me, don’t be afraid,
I’ll lead you to the river of life,
Where your head won’t rest with the dead.”
I followed her out of the ally,
The coal and dirt thick on my back.
I looked at the sky above, at the black.
What hell is this? Dare I die?
This angel’s fingertips led me onward,
Flanked by crowds of the unholy kind,
Barking at my ears,
Nipping at my fears,
My soul cried for rest.
I look to see the Emperor ahead wallowing in sorrow,
“Take my hand,” I said, “She leads us free.”
“Begone!” he yelled, “I am black to the marrow.”
He rose his shrived black hand at me,
“Out of this hell, shall you flee.”
The hounds were loosed from the gate,
The angel rushed me with no hesitation.
I had tried to free a man,
Whose soul bathed in damnation.
Through the city we ran,
Across rooftops and towers.
Their cries grew nearer,
Their clubs and sticks waved clearer.
I had been one of them,
And now I wanted to be free.
We came to a wall,
Whose top I could not see.
“Where now Angel?”
My cries fell to deaf ears.
Hope was now fatal.
The crowds drew my tears.
I awoke, bruised and broken,
On a hilltop without a cloud above.
Looking around, no word spoken,
No feeling, no love.
A man from days of old dropped from his stone wall,
Pondering in his bloody robe:
“You too? Your blood did they call?
They lust for it, all over this globe.”
“What?” I asked, rising in the dirt.
“For what do they lust?”
“You chose to be different,
You chose to rise from this dust.
Like those before you,
Slaughtered like cattle
In the world’s game you knew
It would be over, this battle.
As on the blood of Valentine they drew,
Like the warning of a serpent’s rattle,
Their fangs are never through
Devouring those who fail to think as they do.”