Dawn Of Life

The black mist,
Rose from the depth of human knowledge,
And as the artificial light,
Spilled over the rough and rocky land,
The clouds became thicker,
And the meanings became further,
And the men who walk in this light,
Are the ones who fear not the battle for life,
And walk freely on earth,
And are bathed in the red arc,
As the creeping sun of time,
Makes its maiden and final voyage,
Into its solemn unknown,
Yet it is the men not near this sun,
That will find that their time on earth,
Is filled with trouble and strife,
For they did not walk in the dawn of life.

by Nick Hilton

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