ECLIPSE
When the King
bowed his head,
how the ancients
trembled and feared!
What dread awaited,
that the King should bow?
What menace was hidden
in shadows?
That promised
love, ebbing now,
a broken pact.
But He swore an
oath!
He said He would
always come.
Love now lies
bleeding.
Yet man, whose
heart contains the eternal spark,
gleams brilliantly
still,
even in the
shadows.
The King now kneels,
just another subject
to the I AM.
And man discovers
his own divinity.
