Dawn Piper

Hinges slowly creaking Staggering voices leaking With a faint memory of hate Resembling our divine fate Woes of winter are behind Springs of light trembling Hand in hand we return Finally to sing in unison We give thanks for your breath, father Unto your name we sing loud and wide With silent tongues we speak Plugging the srings of soul Listening to the tunes of nature Hear the unsettling melodies It's the dawn of a new age Pipers yielding at the gates Mankind dressed to mourn Ascension of Antichrist's reign The master's returning to reap Sorrowful, sorrowful, filled with joy In glory and mercy the noble destroy Dreams of men in rigid cloth Struggling for nightsky to touch An ending in the uttermost fail With a breath divine the righteous bail Elderly Saturnal men as moon's children With a dying soul forsake the darkened coil