In sacred realms where life is esteemed,
The art of humanity serene,
We delve into depths of immortal dreams,
And find truth in the sacred scene.

The value of experience divine,
The mosaic of existence intertwined,
We learn from the sacred flame that burns,
And find solace in the art of humankind.

But arrogance, a venomous curse,
Leads to a different destiny perverse,
A world where a baby's cry does sound,
A call for a mother, lost and drowned.

Captured by hands of rapacious greed,
Lust has entrapped, her soul taken heed.
Lies, sweet but hollow, nourish the babe,
Leaving truth and love to fade.

False love abounds, obscuring the light,
The truth hidden, no memory in sight.
In this gruesome dance, souls aimless roam,
Yearning for love, for a sacred home.

Repetition echoes, a haunting refrain,
Cyclicality weaving, driving insane,
Time refuses to pass, eternally repeating,
As souls to their fate keep succumbing.

In eerie tones, darkness whispers the tale,
Of arrogance that prevails and prevails,
The passage of time, a discordant key,
A symphony of souls trapped in agony.

Dramatic and musical, this tale to divine,
The grisly nuances within the rhyme,
Equal words per line, a rhythmic trance,
Echoing the poet who knew of life's trance.

Like crows, we glimpse into the abyss,
The sacredness of life, the arrogance amiss,
In his shadow, we walk this eerie path,
Aware of humanity's war with wrath.

So, let us learn from both sacred and vain,
Delving deep into our souls' terrain,
In the art of humanity, wisdom lies,
And in humility, true love shall rise.
© NightSwimThePoet