Woe To He, That This Great Darkness Seeks To Embrace

Woe To He, That This Great Darkness Seeks To Embrace When blind man sees that pale horse in night skies innocence births waterfalls with its cries dawn rejects the cock's ringing morning crow mid-summer lashes earth with ice and snow Mother Nature stops its blessings and weeps you will know that Death and Fate play for keeps. When vengeful sun burns dying moon away as night's blackness and its shadows hold sway man in turmoil, accuses all the more those falling to kneel, for help they implore divine intervention to save us all from evil's hands and that last trumpet call. When darkness, its powers seeks souls to slay women and children, pawns with which it plays ground heaving, erupts and with gasping moans scorches oceans and burns even the stones as world denies this tribulation curse mankind will race from bad to even worse. When faith and hope are deemed to be false dreams. Earth and sky will moan loud, sorrowful screams. R. J. Lindley, 10-02-1974 Rhyme, ( He That Walks In Blindness Must Soon Stumble )