Image credit: Ricardo Reitmeyer

A death’s a merry way
To worship
You might say
A blight of history
The choice made by men
But rising hope
Can crash through darkness
And its reverie
And shine a light
And show the path
Is here again

A simple cross
Is like a beacon
To that darker age
Where cruelty
Was all we offered
To the lost
But something more
Has made its mark
On history’s page
Even though
Such sacrifice
Too great a cost

A death’s a merry way to worship
You might say
But we first must taste of night
To find the day

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