From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread
Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken
Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises.
As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine
And the stench of death, decay and suffering were a fragrant English rose.
A dragon, curled smoke, flame licked nostril with eye dulled
Glistening wet with borrowed grief and unspoken screams beyond
Iron bars wrought hardened with lie, where caged labour pays fealty to
Our Lord of Life.
Unbroken links bonded like blood in clay, dulled with glam
Proclaiming tyranny where Liberty quakes and quivers
To read ‘Yours, from the beginning of time till the end of Forever.’
A howling wind of Time bestrides this World beyond a World, it
Stands alone untainted, unbroken ribbon of Light through the ink
A witness to Love and rich testament of sparkling terror, speaks
‘Yours, from life’s first breath till our Sun’s final bow.