When Doves Cry

The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness After the stars broke into the abyss of mayhem With the father of doves, the First Man, as their centremost north star Those doves wept when the First Man left the dark, leaving them For he had to rise out of the grave to defeat the abattoir The white doves under the weight of the darkness of night They wept when the Spirit buried them, to build a stone road to peace To inspire the doves to lift their heads to the height A pillar for them to soar over all and return to their home When the pillar will become the Last Statue of might They will weep for the grey doves of stone, cut off from that statue completing Those dim stars who loved the darkness more than the white light Who lied and blasphemed against the garden with their raspy tweeting When they will return to the green garden of light The tweeting of despair will turn to sweet psalms to enjoy Weeping will turn to tranquil silence in the height The white doves' rain of tears will turn into rivers of joy