Deceitful silence of the ages
Follow the ripple you left behind
Dance in the grove of eternal refuge
For here we become rabbits
With our strength of will shattered
Our minds decay as the flowers wilt
And the dove dies with our vanity
A hunger burning eternally
From within the depths it screams
For it's freedom denied
A captive prisoner of itself
So, wearily, I lay my head
Another tick passed to tock
And the planets revolve
Darkness ascends
And I shudder
For here we become rabid
Chris Townsend
1999
