Withering Souls But Unfading Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

These souls be withering
But they fade not
Though the dusk
Tempt them.

They pine with long
Necks
But follow not the
Dusk
In fading.

Hear! Hear!
The drums are throbbing!


The new Sovereign Night
Is coming
The curtain of
The dark be
Falling!

Hear! Hear!
The drums are throbbing
And
The stars are
Trembling
Though
It be not chill
But
The stars too
Yes, they too
They are not fading.

The music
The silent notes
The background of
The starry night
It plays
Still
Plays in the wild
And sick
Flute
Still
Plays.

The magic has been here since the dusk.

Let us enjoy
While we enjoy!
Tempests will come
And chill
And hoar
And frost
And pricking thorns!

In
The
Soul
There's
Motion
Of
Ever-increase
In
Ever-increase
The
Structure
Of
Evolution
Follow!
Foot soldier
Of
Civilizations alternative!
Follow!