Horrid, hungry, monstrous, green,
the likes of which I've never seen,
they crowd the place where I lay my head,
how have these creatures found my bed?
I see them in the shaddows dim,
in their appearance, groosome, grim;
there is a spider,
with tiny threads,
ever writhing, riggling, reaching forth,
with hope to catch me in its web.
I see the snake,
with fangs of living pain;
silently slinking,
seeking to spring forth and strike,
and sink his arrows into me,
so as to be my bain.
and crickets in a strange world born,
with horrid song, entrancing me,
and locusts, with barbed, poison thorns,
enhancing these,
ever chancing.. .
in hope of feasting upon my very life's flame,
one in all,
and all as one,
my fate is cursed,
for in doing their worst,
they do their best to capture me.
But then, the sight of Man's unfailing friend;
ah, good morrow to thee,
most splended sun,
do I still sit in darkness,
though lonely night be done?
Behold the change when naught but that smallest glimmer of sun appears,
awaking me with silent thunder,
thus to cause my mind to wonder,
hath these aberitions no substance, but mine own fears?
I open the window,
and my bright friend
comes striding in,
in all his glory
as a fearless king upon his trusty mount,
how quickly the quieted, loathsome peasant
of unfounded, fiendish fear goeth out.
For darkness was mine ignorance,
and those foul shaddow creatures made,
were the lurid offspring of my mind,
which bound my soul,
and made me blind;
they were those things which made my heart afraid.
But, when the blazing sun,
in all his piercing radiance shall appear,
how can one longer sit in night of ignorance,
enshrouded by his cloak of fear?
Awake ! ! !
Arise, all humankind,
that we, as knights in knowledge's armour clad,
make morn' from night of ignorance's powers,
and cause to mourn
the night of ignorance for ceaseless hours,
and, by our morning,
bring eternal mourning of the night,
and by our gladness,
make him ever sad.
Ignorance remaineth not forever,
but one of twain
his fate must be;
he dieth in the light of knowledge,
or ever lives,
and thus becomes,
mankind's blind, cursed stupidity.
Copyright 2004 by Quipster
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