Past and Present. Here and Now.
The hiss the serpent brings to kiss, the soft and alabaster cheek.
For love has never sought to miss the bliss at pleasures mounting peak.
For one who's gone to rising Dawn, and watched the sun come quickly forth.
Amidst the furnished lawn of bloom, and Avalon's set bleakly north.
The depths of love and bounds of hate, to the hounds of Hell 'n rest.
Doth reach the sounds of beating heart, that pounds within the straining chest
For when the play has come to end, and the day has finished swift.
We watch the Ray of shining sun, that may or not be such a gift.
Well let us know of these ideas that grow within the younger mind.
Like river flow amidst the banks, and Cackling crow who's done and dined.
And lastly call to those of Man, whose fall is evidently here.
The past we haul behind us slow, like the brawl of drunken peer.
So with a last light and a word, I bid to night and all its range.
Don't count the plight upon the rocks, just the right amount of change.
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