A dawning era dawns on man and all.
Recall the day of red o' man, the fall.
Mankind shall fists, both kings and armies clash.
And good and evil, light and darkness lash.
God’s host defeats the boastful beast, and
Expulse the serpent's spurs, the marked brand.
Demons dread of this day, so sinful all.
Decry this not! As merely prattle talks.
On grounds of doubt, unknown it stalks.
No more debate, it is again retold.
'see now this day approaches, tis dawning bold.
Disleave all darken Acts!, and gird your hearts!
A dawn of dusk and dusk of darkly darts.
Was this not told of old? It lives and walks!
Now take up bivouac life and Acts!
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Dark Times (An Anthology of Acrosonnets)
PoetryDark times now lives. Lurking in the shadows. Trapped in poesy's leaves. Darts of fearful bows. Shielded by light's ray. Now let's begin to prey.
