The twilight sun glows softly
On our ancient ways of doom.
Tomorrow is not for the taking,
Today has grown rigid with fear.

Painful, the words must flow thither
For you must understand
What I cannot command-
I am not as you thought me to be.

A Lord and a God, an angel above,
These words ring empty but true.
A tormented soul, wrought angry with fire,
This I present to you.

Your angel of mercy, your angel of biterness,
Mock not my ancient ways-
I am a child, as you are,
Lost in the enternity of days.

A lover or fighter,
Whichever you choose to be;
This is a battle that cannot be won,
A heart that refuses to beat.

Tomorrow is anguish, wrapped up in loneliness,
The food which we swallow with pride.
Today is forgotten, useless and pitiless,
The reasons we all wish to die.

--Written February 2001--
--Revised March 2001--