Darkness quiet, light Serene

Guide my soul to worlds unseen.

For by thy strength the powers stand

Whence Sounds and clouds crowd O’er the land.

and Stretched from distant fabled place

I see a drama in times of old.

My gallant nave does skew his face,

For inset in his arrogant soul

There be a token of his mind,

A glimpse of things he soon will find.

Flung now aside all play at grace

He flees before the dragons voice.

Beast unearthly, calms not one fear

But plays on all as if a drum.

The brute walks out, with force of his nature

and Bends the mind of all but his creator.

Of one more fool he makes his meal

While watching on  in dream surreal

I find that there is much to know.

Thus, much can be learned from long ago.

~Dan Delyon