The darkness encapsulated,
Rises as a replacement,
Casting a purposeful,
Which is to say not consequential,
Shadow right where we are about to step;
Sundering the neophytes and long-held ignorance,
Forcing our hand into the sheer absurdity,
Grappling at the unfamiliar rockface,
Obscured by the lack of starlight,
Searching for the relic,
A Man-Made Miracle ©,
To restore the world preserved in crumbling tom(b)(es),
Rallying against that-which-we-name Evil:
The negation of the implied subject.
The Nightborn Sun dawns an unfamiliar landscape,
Invisible to our children’s minds,
Concealing the Gaze from our nightmares:
The future unknowable.