Abecedarian
With the Night Come Stories
And so it
Begins, with the
Calm
Dissent of
Evening as it
Falls with reluctant
Grace, with
Heavy colors
In bleeding reds and blues,
Just like an epic painting
Kept in a
Lightening storm.
Moonlight overtakes the hues. This is
Night.
Overhead,
Perched in their heavenly thrones, are
Queen and Kings, heroes only
Read about in legend, sung about in the
Stars. Now,
Tonight, is for them, the great
Usurpers of their nation, with
Visions and
Wisdoms, and celebrations for the number of
X’s in the
Years they ruled their
Zion.
And so it
Begins, with the
Calm
Dissent of
Evening as it
Falls with reluctant
Grace, with
Heavy colors
In bleeding reds and blues,
Just like an epic painting
Kept in a
Lightening storm.
Moonlight overtakes the hues. This is
Night.
Overhead,
Perched in their heavenly thrones, are
Queen and Kings, heroes only
Read about in legend, sung about in the
Stars. Now,
Tonight, is for them, the great
Usurpers of their nation, with
Visions and
Wisdoms, and celebrations for the number of
X’s in the
Years they ruled their
Zion.