The Bewitching Hour

The Bewitching Hour 6/18/2012

Closer to me
And closer to you
The end of vanity
Welcome and blind.

Life changes
And still we strive
Confounding the realists
That we adapt,
And somehow survive.

It is times like these
That make you doubt
When everything is possible
But nothing works out.

Escaping our hands
As we grasp at the air
The tiny moments of clarity
Gone forever.

The field has been tilted
Higher and higher
But still we climb upwards
Clawing at the turf.

No system can long survive
The weight of ignorance
And nothing good can ever come
Without truth or God.

The dead cry out
For us to listen
But fools seldom hear
The words of wisdom
In the echoes of the past.

The savage lessons
Of violence and horror
Planted layer after layer
Beneath our feet.

Centuries of knowledge
Of conquest and darkness
As poisons were carried
From one place to the next.

Some spread light
And some spread death
Conquering with a sword
Any who opposed.

But it takes many
To overwhelm the good
And while the few slept
Many more were added.

Some enemies
Will storm the front door
Aiming straight at the heart
But the worst
Always come as friends
With a hand behind their back.

Armed with arguments
And manufactured guilt
The good are confused
And compromised.

Over time even the foolish
Should awaken
And smell the smoke
Listening to the still small voice
In the back of his mind.

Now that we are close
It isn’t hard to see
That the mask has come off
And everything is obvious.

Why is it so hard
To see the awful truth?
To feel the unquenchable hatred
Rising from the street.

Creeping into the institutions
And creeping into our hearts
The self loathing of the foolish
Used, abused and wasted.

We stand on the precipice
And here is where we remain
To either turn around and fight
Or just to wait and fall.

The past is littered
With the bones of the innocent
Slaughtered at the first opportunity
By envy, crime, or law.

Now that we know
It is time to live boldly
Time to rise up
With truth in our hearts.

In the blackness there is a fire
And in the fire burns the spirit
A power burning from within
Poured down from heaven.

The weight of time is heavy
And responsibility is hard
Like a rock around the neck
But either way
We carry on
Out of love
And out of devotion.

Words are easy
If they have no meaning
And promises are shallow
If the motive is evil.

But as for me
I will not go easy
No not easy at all
Because I shall keep my word
And my promise.

I have spoken the words
And I have forgiven the wounds
But there is much to be done
And much to amend.

Guard your heart
And whisper in the doorways
The time we have been waiting for
Is at the gates
And in the window.

The tables will be turned
And what is under
Will be exposed
With a slip of the tongue
All the secrets
Shall fall.

In the darkness
A light will shine
Exposing the ambitions
And bloody fingerprints.

The truth is at hand
If you can open up your eyes
But there is no cause for fear
Because victory is coming
Stronger than death
And overcoming the world.