Eden's Cacophony

 

Feathered wings flutter over sable and ivory talons.

And song inspired strings, struck by the mighty hammers,

Greet the deafening silence with peace.

And humility, as a gift from the gracious gods,

Is accepted only in recompense for the loss of chaos.

 

Dear is that golden apple to the apple-picker

And to the damned tree which bore it,

Whose roots were wrought in spite of

God’s virtuous and glorious intentions,

And in the name of His rebellious child.

 

But when the seventh seal is broken,

And the seventh angel sounds His will,

O glory be to Thy name!

For that golden orb is none other than

The fruit of Thy own Garden.

 

Allow sweet, tender sin to satiate thy hunger;

Witness the raging bird in its cage,

Thrashing life against the cold forest of metal,

Waiting for the roots to give way and the strength to decay

And its feathered wings flutter over sable and ivory talons.