Cupidia

When the bells call in the Eleventh hour Amber-eyed doves cry out and flee in haste, Sunlight shrinks from the ivory tower And its spires too; mottled and ivy-laced. The grating chimes ring through all of Venice Grimly echoing down the shady lanes, Striking fear into the butcher's menace Silencing the songbird's merry refrain. And Lo! the mighty sky's all a-quiver As the Unholy pound against its doors, Soon to break, under the ever quicker Tides, sweeping up to the End's blackened shores. Behold humanity's immortal plane, Embedded in the rocks of mortal bane.

On those dark and stormy days when the moon is Circe's night, Remind me of those days long gone remind me of Mankind's blight. Remind me when the Light is gone and Darkness comes to reign, Remind me when Freedom is imprisoned and tortured with rod and cane. Remind me when Nature is no longer Mother and Father Sky takes all, Remind me when madness erupts in the world and Sanity suffers a fall. Remind me when the Truth is lost and Justice gets some glasses, Remind me when the solution is found and rejected by the masses. Find me when eyes are blind and Music is tone deaf, Find me when all rights are wronged and Ignorance is