Swarms of
Rabid vultures
Flocked in perilous
Formations, plotting
Their descent
Upon fragile, frail, and
Unsuspecting truths,

Blood soaked moons
Wept their regret,
Over a scorched, and
Barren Earth,
Where justice lay

Entombed within
The broken promise of
Its own fulfillment, and
Waited for the glow of
The messianic light