Dawn

In twilight's breast
My head is pressed
Weeping for the dawn
Out of scourge is borne
The illness of centuries
Finite now, a span for
The lives of many
A golden carriage
Within sleeps the infant
Of tireless eternity .

Pulled down, the keystones
Like teeth, then blood gushes
Demolishing the palaces
Of age-old monastacy
Forth go the indulgent
Civilized hermits
Seeing what is as it truly is
Disillusioned they are
For grandeur is a veil
Oh, dauntless silhouette of time

Give the impoverished happiness
Inclined to find what was it all?
Defined, my glimpse at carp swimming
In a bloody ravine
Made of the people's hopes and dreams
Notice night's romantic niche
Nearing naive knaves stitched
Into the fabric of the soul
To be cleansed by the lull

Of our decadent dawn...