The drop descends,
the spiral bends.
The circle is no more.
History turns inside out
and crumples to the floor.
The moon is cast in shadow
and the stars refuse to shine
for walking in the hollows
is the darkness of our time.
The angel’s wings are broken
and the demons halo bright
reflects a dark distortion
in perversion of the light.
The weeping time has come again,
intent upon this play,
so drop yourself upon those knees
and bow your head to pray.
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