Perdition Poem by John May

Perdition



that lucid dark
whose light is done
seems all its moons are crescent now

the fallen lark
and hidden sun
their lights are dimmed- and here is how

the Hope that youthful cherubs knew
the gleaming Truth by which they glew
they flew away from his abyss
where bleeding shadows waning hiss

and Love who once with me would dwell
that sacred nymph from yonder dell
she's gone to live in Eden's bliss
she's fled, she's fled from his abyss

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