THE FATE OF US

may the fallen angels
mourn our fate
may the cherubim
weep for our sake...
for the path ahead is treacherous
and the night is without grace
without mercy...without solace

whither we go
lies no comfort of souls
we forever shall dwell
in any welcome faith
a weaker belief...
of a next day...
and the untrusted assurance
of our sickly beating hearts...

may the devil intercede for us
may the demons
join in our singing
as with uncertainty
'ere we disappear...
sinking....into a wild dark.