In this dark crystal ball
Whereunto the dark lord has fallen
The sun will shine no more
Until the sons of light shine forever more.
Sweet infant heirs!
Haven't you, at all, any sense?
Knowest thou not thy father's wealth?
Few words unto life thou speaketh,
And more unto death without shame!
Knowest thou not that the power of creation and your words is exactly the same??
This exactly is, what our dear former saints would say,
With tears and sorrow,for their lovely childrens pray.
Arise O zion,and set your light on a hill
The world around you, remains in darkness still!
©karel
K