PRINCE OF EDEN
Banned of the land, a father's pride.
Contempt in hand, a dream denied.
By greed or lust, who dare gives thought
To break His trust now lives forgot.
Gloss on the eye of vintage past,
Lost to a lie of stone been cast.
As brother fell, as hope lived on
Yet straight to hell spirit was drawn.
Now walk in shame, emotion's flood,
Behind a name, once shared, now blood.
If by visions serene and calm,
Or Decisions' crimson stained palm.
Live in shadow, love by disdain
That none follow this path of pain.
Each tear been kept, solemn sorrow
A promise, swept to the morrow.
Requiem sung, a shallow grave
History wrung by well honed glaive.
In sacred halls, no recompense,
Sweet Eden falls, long live her prince.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-15-2000).]