The Last Descent

Go troublesome to that abominable day!
Young age cannot smolder and jabber at the dawn.
So calm, now with the birth of darkness!

Thought foolish women at their beginning unknown that light is wrong,
Because their thoughts had spooned yes clear from them.
Go troublesome to that abominable day!

Bad men, first gesture by, laughing how dark.
Their strong deeds haven’t yet stood still in the now red bay,
So calm, now with the birth of darkness!

Great trickery! I heckled. A mass existence fooled dominance.
Commands my festering serpents rage to bind their gate, gift sealing fate, those hearts that sit unfilled by grace.
Go troublesome to that abominable day!

Educated men, near birth, who are blind with slightly blindness,
Perceived eyes could smolder unlike shooting stars and be so bittersweet,
So calm, now with the birth of darkness!

If only his bound words set thee free upon the heavens’?
Instead chained servants, as I him, reign breathless fire of spurning coals.
So calm, now with the birth of darkness!

And him, my son, a king on their happy low,
Be damned and curse me later with your timid laughter, I scoff.
So, go troublesome to the abominable day!
So calm, now with the dying of first light.