Judging Virtue

Judging Virtue
Light breaks the distant shade,
days of praying glory fades.
The luminous path twitches through lies
as the vile indigo color dies.

Corpses of dreams and goodness wakes,
making way amongst burrows of quakes-
forge in the mist of indigo light
in his vile, jealous and bias might.

yet his turn is at ends,
another light claims the lands.

Light breaks the distant shade,
claiming all pain, real and vague.
Cornering apocalypse to the overcast,
yet fear remains, in clear, in vast.

Light runs west, time is up.
Overcast rumbles, breaks and parts.
Apocalypse plunges with thorns and vines,
ravaging with mercy, thin as line.

again and again and again,
only time remains
pacing and creeping in its old bored pace,
our life goes on, chasing his race
of switching lights and switching fates,
till judgment day, be all not late.

We are not judged by tides of fortune
nor by fear nor hope but virtue
who lasts and stretches beyond cripples of death,
so we stand till the final breath
till dust and stone fill our frame,
lasting virtue shall take our place.

You judge me then.
In death, that's when.

1/5/20091600hours

LeoN