A story

by StandStill   Apr 6, 2008


In the beginning, black and terror reigned
the angels never danced nor did they sing
and, in the beginning, there was a cracked egg
the egg was black, with crimson speckled things

Never was the egg a whole, always broken and dead
and one day, emerged from the egg, came a bird
a black bird, raven wings glistening, dripping with dark
emitted from its mouth, a more terrible sound had yet 2 b heard

within the creatures beautiful, crimson claws,
it held lambs, so pure and white, but blood dripped upon
them, and they cried out for safety, for love, for life
for one who sang a more beautiful and pure song

The lambs bled and they cried, their servitude was pain
for they belonged to the bird, who dirtied their coats
and suddenly, the scene changes. a new lamb is born
and he comes singing a beautiful song, with pure notes

He leads a rebellion amongst the lambs, and for a while
they break free, running in green pastures, no blackbird
beautiful songs are sung, the ocean is at rest and
not a single song of lamentation is to be heard

and the scene changes again, the wind picks up
the music ceases to play, the waves of the ocean toss
the blackbird takes to wing, bringing a new darkness
and the sheep fall away, torn from the Shepherd, lost

tossed into their seas of wickedness and pain and doubt
the sheep can find no light with which to break free
but the Shepherd, he throws them a line, saving them!
but it is a line that only a few of the sheep can see

fighting, wing and water, fire and air, angels take arms
save the sheep! save the light! save those who care!
and the Shepherd, he sits quietly, he waits for his turn,
soon, the blackbird drips his foul darkness into the air

the Shepherd scorns the bird, and sucks up all the death
he takes all the pain, and tells his sheep not to cry
those who chose not to follow the blackbird
and his pain, it is not yet their turn to die

The fat, pale moon sinks below the surface, and a lake
a lake of sunrise appears on the horizon, calling
and the blackbird flies away, never to be seen
the sunrise melts over the promise of a new eve falling

~How shall we escape if we ignore such a great salvation? (Hebrews 2:3)

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