Cats

Resurrection

A gale howls, a storm screams
   
      The pattering of the rain is heard
   
      Draw the shutters, lest unawares
   
      The wind catches us in our abode
   
      The world is burning, without flames
   
      The smoke rises, leaving no soot
   
      Only the charred remains
   
      Of women and men who once walked
   
      The night is surely long
   
      The darkness is all-engulfing
   
      The hour is no doubt late
   
      And the man is yet to come
   
      The chains will now be broken
   
      The bars will now be split
   
      The truth, long sought, will be spoken
   
      From tongues like daggers' hilt
   
      A sun new will arise
   
      To a newborn dawn
   
      The stars will again shine
   
      On a world they thought gone

Doomed

The last resort, the last refuge Is dying slowly, a painless death It cannot feel, it cannot cry It cannot tell us the folly we commit The wind blows, a dusty wind

That bodes no evil and casts no good A fire blazes, burning grief It cannot destroy, only smoke The sun shines, its vigor lost The stars twinkle, all merriment faded The sky is azure, lacking hue The flower has bloomed, devoid of color The tree has with age bent The might tower now leans The raging storm is now quiet The gloomy silence, the bloodless scream Foreshadow the end to come In streets a man is killed Whilst people pass, unheeding In houses a child is beaten His screams are ignored The resort is lost, the refuge gone The next life is yours There is no man, he is long dead Without any stab or shot

The Walking Dead

        Tears of grief are falling
     

        From every eye
     

        Shall I not laugh
     

        And carouse and fly?
     

        The world is dead
     

        To the morning lark
     

        Its bosom gushes forth
     

        The milk of human grief
     

        Somewhere distant
     

        A child laughs aloud
     

        And I start
     

        Taken aback: shocked
     

        People are dying, people are crying
     

        The streets are full of tears
     

        The graveyards are crowded
     

        Who has died now?
     

        Is it man himself?
     

        Or is it the joy in him?
     

        The child that lives within?
     

        I want to laugh
     

        Can I commit this folly?
     

        Amidst a throng of men
     

        The walking dead!

The Trial Never Ends

I gaze out for an eternity
At the stars that apparently shine
Illumining the dark garb of the night
Appealing it to man's lowly sight

Men lost have often found a path
That has led them even more astray
Once lost, the path is never found
The journey continues but the trail is never sound

What's old is not always gold
A new direction must be sought
What's new is never always right
Oft times it's only a blight

Go seek a new destiny
The old one has to bits crumbled
Go seek a fire anew
That may burn flesh and sinew!