Ere, before
men were men, or could be called men!
God had an ultimate
plan.
In the cruel cradle
of time—
Muffled in the laden
air, the Moth of Hell hides!
With ivory poisoned
teeth, he will bring
Tragically bring,
man’s solo plight—
Bring ebony-darkness
into Eden …
And they wept,
husband and wife,
At each and every
twilight—
As ebony flowers fell
from heaven!—
Forlorn, but not to
be forgotten.
No longer to know
their former place.
Yea, Grace was not to
be destroyed, but Eden could
Not be built on sin—
Written 20th of April, 2014 /No: 4313
By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.
Copyright © April, 2014