Dark's Descent on a Plain
On a white plain there’s a hard rain
Of black leaded glass
O’er expanse bland, there creates, grand
From mind unsurpassed
In dry glass pools, time unspools
Escaped through thought’s seared vent
Great and grand scheme suffers void theme
Conscience awaits advent
View Obsidian sky by one’s clear eye
Illuminations from distant fires
Pure elation from generations
Our sights fill, but never tire
They ever prance, none of circumstance
Graft our gaze to depths, light dwelling
Hear the star-song from this bright throng
Wonder of history ever telling
In direct cause without pause
Rock the waves of water’s driven
Rain of tears fall for years
In grief from the eyes of heaven
E’er joy runs before the Son
Unknown earth knew no rain
Thus, alibi was the Serpent’s lie
In great sin we share the blame
Our mortality is a blight to be
Constrained, malevolent
For one bides dear and subscribes clear
Holiness, heaven sent
...On a white plain is a hard rain
Of sin’s toxic past
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