by Kelly Fest
Their faces they spill
Into your mind.
Your hearts they must fill,
Dancing gracefully,
Silently plummeting,
Into the gorge,
Then to the clouds summitting.
To the crescent above
Rise their beautiful masts.
Filtered light shines
Through rainbowed stained glass.
Come to me now
Oh faithful ones
He bites the hand
Yet brings the sun.
The ancient scripture
So soon to pass
These monuments spring
From whistling grass.
Too forward thinking
Brought them doom
In ancient times.
They sealed the tomb.
Oh the blessed one
Whom they waited for,
He came, he went
And settled the score,
So that one fine day,
In the blink of an eye,
He'll reach out his hand
Before you can cry.
He'll take you home
On that fated day.
Until then
It is here you stay.