A Legend's Death

An echo flitters past the sun.
The children greet it one by one
As if it were a a legend's key.
And then they cry a cry undone

By all the wills of all the lives
(Which chiefly serve to break the wise
And make destroyed all sanctities
To make ordained their faulty lies).

And by that bane, the children fall
Into a dark and hallowed hall
That makes complete their coming age
And challenges the legend's call.

So curse the elders, curse the sage,
Curse his majesty, curse the page,
And curse the lord who drives the world
To make this damming war to wage.

The children die and men are born.
The sky grows black with growing scorn,
The legends perish to neglect,
And all the men become forlorn.

Now the world bears semblance
To dark midnight's damned cognizance,
And every legend here has died
To give the men their sustenance.

8/22/04