August 14, 2005
Birth will be.
Fear will flee.
Darkness taunts.
Mysteries astound, confusion abounds.
Birth will be.
Faltering steps;
Pull of the depths;
Evil rains, doubt restrains.
Birth will be.
Angels weep.
Ancients sleep.
Serpents creep.
But, birth will be.
Glory will reign.
The light feeds the flame.
Flame of Truth burns eternal.
thus...
Birth will be.
Birth is.
Life gives birth.
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison