
Men feared Death
Till the Great One came.
But the Greatest Light
Cast the Greatest Shadow

And Men feared Death no more.

Satan's teeth
Kept Men's hearts clean.
And His Reign was long
And Steady.

But Poverty the Younger
Claimed right to Man
In later years
Drawing near.

How long shall She reign?
Till the mind grows large,
And the price of this world
Holds small.

Then shall come
The Youngest yet,
And the greatest of All,
Oblivion.

For, though youngest tender,
And latest of reign,
She lies closest to the Father
Chaos.                                        /)ark Poet [AssaulT] '93
