night does not end

all who fear change declare that they feel dread
when order fails to bring the things they need
it would have been much better then to heed
the eldritch voices that cried out to be fed
the monsters that in forests oozed and bled
outside our gates dark beings move and breed
a fearsome sower fills long rows with seed
but what grows up will not serve as our bread
over the roofs grey light fails truly to reveal
those things we wish to see the answers true
and honest to the questions that we'll ask
we're told to trust the turnings of the wheel
to do some things that one day we might rue
yet to hold firm to purpose and to task

unceasing exploration

all messages that dare to leave a trace
come from the places of most deep desire
the ones arising from the hottest fire
what signs we see upon each eager face
with recognition of most sacred place
before the bird erupts upon its pyre
are echoed by the celebrating choir
we feel the power and we see the grace
if not for those who chose to comprehend
the vastness of it all and all the names
present and past and in prophetic strain
sought for one moment just to apprehend
the glory of those universal flames
and so we thank the victim for its pain