Eclipse 2000

by Columbine

The Wheel turns, and the Winter's frozen dawn
Once more brings forth the strange and ancient tale
A god who sacrificed to Man his son
To somehow pay for making Man so frail
And then, like children's pantomime grown stale
Pulled up the broken body from its tomb
Not sacrificed nor dead; sentenced to fail
The Man this god still wished to dog and doom
But now a greater Wheel turns in the womb
Where breathes the dance of fire and gravity
The Moon once more approaches her bridegroom
Her little death bestowing tenderly
And in this gift of shadow arise we
Attuned to stronger and far older things
The Sun with golden lunar horns we see
His crescent spreads as mighty Isis' wings
So do the disenfranchised rise as kings
And grasp the crown so long held fast in ice
Not the fell weight of our imaginings
But yet a true, meaningful sacrifice
Throw off the victim's hairshirt, and put on
The cloak of purple fairly worn as won!

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