Eternal Midnight
Eternal midnight fills the endless plain
Of reason lost where passion dares not go
And where absolving dreams must die or feign
Unnatural distress at winter’s blow.
The eyelids of the wise are sown with grief
To save slow mankind from the truth of night,
And then renew the pledges of the thief
Or to divine the outcome of his fight.
No matter where the seed of day is borne
By winds of mindless changes wrought by time,
Its soul of stone dies slowly, though it’s torn
From leafless trees to clean the earth of grime.
The stronghold of the helpless claims, at last,
All never-seen, long shadows as its own,
As sly deceit begins to haunt the vast,
Dry empire of remembrance being sown.
Tomorrow waits impatiently, while man
Has little need or knowledge of its will,
And all which toil can muster barely can
Advance his cause, which surely counts for nil.
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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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