On The First Day Poem by David Blake

Crossing the void, ancient voices, chant dark
verse, illuminating the darkness they beckon
me to follow. Between the strange places of
their world and mine many dreams and
phantoms have passed. The wasteland that is
their lies, their sole craft tempts the weak into
an eternal darkness of suffering and shame.
Eyes that pretend to see stare blankly across
time as if they might catch one final glimpse of
the light. Pleasure and youth the joy of life and
all its many fruits now replaced with unending
sorrow and pain.