Man knows bloodlust not
Until revealed
As he savors a midnight snack
And sees
In the dim light of the open refrigerator door
Cast across the kitchen floor
The true scope of the Black Army invading his lands under the cover of darkness
Their tiny shadows floating across the surface
Not since Alexander
Not since Abd-Al-Rahman
Not since Napoleon, Barbarossa, nor Lucifer has such Sin been so parade
But with this
This like all others
Cometh the fall
At once it rises
The genetic memory passed down through the ages
Man’s greatest purpose
To provide and to protect
His wife will wake in the morn’
And not even the Wrath of God will cause him to flinch as does the thought of her reaction when she stand on the shores of that black river
How little their ærth
How small their place
How great their hubris
To believe
Perhaps as we believe
That they can tame this Great Mystery
That there be nothing
Neither above nor below
That can halt their long march to the stars
That they, too, will one day peek behind the curtain
One day lift the veil
One day know the unknowable and free themselves from this eternal torment
Somewhere
Far, far away
Perhaps, but still
The decision was made long, long ago
Before we first crawled out of the slime
The choice is no more mine than it is theirs
And it is in that moment a humble prayer is said with the hope that be enough
To save me from the horrors I am to commit
For I am the Righteous Hand of God
The dam breaks