Ancient Days


As brazened clouds approach darkness amidst the passing twilight,
Dreary eyes from the shadows moan again for those lost days of yore:

Swallows gloried in the light that turned mourning into dancing,
As lilies listened to the limericks of ancient bards.

Faithful beasts of the fields sought hallowed ground
In the night, amidst glowing embers of hope.

Heaven and Earth gathered in the rushing waters of gladness,
And sung joyful hymns of glory to the evening star.

The snowy paths of days that ere ran deeply
Trace the wayward feet of hallowed men unfollowed.

The days that poured forth milk and honey
Now scathe the gloomy eyes of shadowy creatures,

Who can only solemnly wallow and wail
With the midnight howls of forgotten creatures.

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