How long to wait upon the edge of this calling
trilogy?
Until darkness spreads, takes hold and all
valor withers with the sun
Ask in the echoes of the diamond
calling
The voice that lingers is not mine
No hope or no adversity
A state of meandering death
It spits and spins and snakes around them
Those hands of black fire clinging on
Is there no man left to take up the
call of honor?
The old of heart and spirit ache
And the young in body have fled from
noble aims
No reverberation left to call them back
No voice in beauty remaining, to beckon
home the ones to whom the world might
Turn
Turn
In darkness lost the ways of hope
uniting
In shadow fall the memories of a future
now slipping away
The arms of the rich reach ever inward
And those of the needy stretch out for
her own claims
A man’s heart is his own, consumed with
his growing self
The sun fades to a star, and the stars
grow to universes of cold light
They burn themselves into oblivion
And all Shattered excellence falls into
the realm of memory
No more to fall in day’s last dawn
The trees are dead
And words of splendor lie forgotten
under Autumn’s ghosts of red
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