Reformation
Black night,
Await the solar charnel steeds,
Await the noon,
Await the blacker, richer dawn.
Pale heresy dispatched
The light brings on
Silver and subtle with deceits
A day of error o'er a night of wrong.
Nor can the fainting heart resist
The furtive promise of a Christian bliss
And light's pale monuments uplift
A pagan and a passionate kiss.
Copyright © John Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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