Ascension
What Hour Returns the Light?
Ascension
by Chanda Singleton Griesë
O Death, where is your sting?
every mourning the doves—
sing their lamentation
imbued in everything
How shall we die tonight?
we wayfarers fight—
to stave the poison lie
that might dictates what's right
When will Truth be known?
missives warned not sent—
empires of antiquity
sabers shook in consequence
Why does Goodness wait?
to unveil she's in the fray—
disrobing artifice
perfection in restraint
Where does Beauty dwell?
beyond lunar stretches—
the vast windless heavens
one lone missive blesses
What hour returns the Light?
to dispel the darksome din—
the clamor clashes in the shadows
until the Day breaks in