 by Jeremy Heins |
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| The year grows dark In the dark of the moon: The mind grows dark In the dark of the moon: Nihil stat Nihil stat Nihil stat Even the night is dead Now at the dark of the moon: Even the daemons are dead Now at the dark of the moon: All who once lived are dead Now at the dark of the moon: Nihil stat Nihil stat Nihil stat What shall remain? This shall remain! Beneath the earth, behold the kingdom of the dead: The place of darkness where no word is spoken, Nothing moves: And there the king of death sits always On his carved black throne of bone, He sits there silent and unmoving, forever, and forever, A ruler never challenged, never disobeyed: A figure carved from bone, his face the face of silence, Carved of death's own substance. He sits unmoving, while he rules absolutely by his silences The vast hordes of the dead, those silent docile hordes Ranked endlessly beneath the earth, Silent figures of obedient bone. Only one law rules their kingdom: And it is carved deep upon the throne where sits eternally its maker and enforcer: A single law, and one that is not broken While the king of death rules silently forever and forever: Carved in the stone above his silent and unmoving head, These words: Thou shalt not live |
Nor shall we live, We who still live: How shall we live Where he is law? Our life is death, A downward path Into the earth, Where every breath We dare to breath Is a farewell: Is a farewell: Is a farewell: Let us then praise thee, death, For thy law which is law, for thy power which is proven, For thy silence which is unbroken. Thou art past all sorrow and remorse, Thou art past change, and challenge, and failure: Thou art perfect, as darkness is perfection, Thou art perfect, while light may only flaw, Thou art perfect, as all else is imperfect, As even mighty madness is imperfect- Which we have learned, having ourselves been mad- And sun and moon are only flaws, That flare and fade upon the perfect sphere Of thy eternal space and time: Let us then praise thee, death, Let us adore thy flawlessness Which shall become our own perfection Who are imperfect now? Who shall yet become most perfect in thy law? Shall we now put out the candle? Shall we now put out the candle? Shall we now put out the candle? There is nothing left to light, Now at the dark of the moon, Nothing to praise but death's kingdom, Death's perfect universal dark, Where there is no need for light, And there we shall be made perfect, There we shall learn all things, Where there is no need for knowledge: Nor need we speak a single word again, Not even ever more farewell: Not even ever more farewell: Not even ever more... farewell |
