Awaiting New Light

Sun is black and the kiss of death is near
What shall we lack, innocence or fear

Sweet serpent of Mars, the desert bore Tsars
Insects nested in fleet, the virgin’s complete

Tempter of Flies, great maze of lies
Deception thou seek, illusion replete

Coldness draws near, as life sheds her veneer
The Scorpion stings, and we grow new wings

Autumn breeze we begot, rapture or lot
Nectar leaked from wood, bathed in warm blood

Laughter we sought, death we fought
Awaiting new Light on the long winter night