The Requiem Of Life
Out of the darkness of imagination emerges a thought,
Pure, untainted, and yet untouched by the poison of Men,
A thought that will change the face of eternity.
This colossal ideal, so innocent at birth, will bend and twist in time,
As the flames of sin kiss its rosy cheeks of ivory and wine,
Taking with it all that was free and good, replacing it with
The ideals of Man, whose morals lay so far displaced
That no hand, however divine, can reshape their shattered forms.