Pining Light - John Frum

Oh, Golden Child

You have brought forth the sun again

Each ray traversing space and time

Striving to reach you

Fighting the cosmos to die on your flesh

The misguided quieted by the casting of a shadow

Content in the shade of the master

Existing within the unlocked spectrum

First of your line to gaze upon the whole

Shrouded in mystery of unknown depths

All that ends and begins lays within thine bronzed cauldron

Walking upon wisps of earthspun silk

The claw grown long begs to curl its way back

To begin a time anew, defying the fiber of being

Though this is a temple of vibrance

A complete denial of witheredness

Impulsive being

He who has run the gauntlet

Through consultation of the blood bestowed

Following the path of salted earth

Baseborn entity

Product of divine eugenics

Societal surfeit coupled with a lost love

No natural place for a creature such as this

So nature has gladly extended her bounds

We sing your praise in a foreign tongue

Crushed by the weight of a concept

Whose will would you follow but thine own?

We sing your praise in a foreign tongue