A time long ago, in a room unknown
It was late, like the arrival of undying patience
Born under pale moonlight, in the midst of a dark winter night
With ears raised and eyes shut,
Yet in a way it sat settled as if listening and staring at us
As a night solemn in ecstasy went about
Giving rise soon to a glisten of morning light
That showed us what it was that came to be
A child. Puny, innocent, pure and helpless
Born to an oblivious set of fools
Whom of were bought to the light
To whom were taught humbleness, humility, love and respect
To them was given an eternity of hope as a child.

I've often evoked that darkness
Is both beautiful and harmful
For it can give to us somewhat of a miracle
Uncalled for and untold of
And that horrible coincidental feeling
Is my hearts most lacking confession.