As Autumn lumens falter; the winter shadows grow The portent's dismal future has now begun to show A dire age is dawning where once was promised ease Cruel decadence is spawning from indulgence long-appeased. The old world long in dying, its vigor stripped away Whence demons once thought banished, return now to the fray. As nations oft do languish, misplaced their cherished joy When forests of their proving are exchanged for yeast and soy. And the wicked do now gather in places low and mean To build a cell for human-kind entombed in their machine And though they lie quite plainly, the silence here does roar That those who stand divided will one day stand no more. The better hearts of yester-year why are they now so rare? The worst find mad conviction, the rest a cold despair The teachers once who sowed the land with knowledge broad and true Have turned their charges eyes astray to fascinations new. So squandered was the harvest-time when stronger breeds could grow The field was set to fallow, then strangled by the snow Our orchards now near-barren, fruit scattered far and thin Yet bearing baskets broad with hope, may some be gathered in? For few the hands are needed to keep the fires lit Dreams of a new tomorrow upheld with faith and grit And those who witness coming a night both hard and long Upon a shared conviction may forge a common bond So through the twisting web-ways, send out a softened call To reach the long lost children, the remnants of our fall For in great times of trial, good souls will always cleave When bonds of lasting friendship, brave men together weave.