The Dawn Of The Light...

The still night is stirred by a gentle breeze

The leaves awakened from their dusty beds

The bats and owls discuss change

Oh!how the wind howls...it seems so strange...

Slowly move the heavy clouds

Now laden with their burden dark

Over the moor they slowly pass

Casting shadows on the sheeted glass..

In the night a cry is heard

Shrieking across the dead sky

As the zombie,so wide awake

Is trying...

Trying to cry..

For his mind, he has filled..with "knowledge"abounding 

But knoweth  he not how to think..or reason without doubting...

Burn... he burns those "books" of his

For they are not worth keeping

For "knowledge" gained is time lost

Is his heart repeating

All his life he tried and tried

But nothing did he gain

Nor did he earn the respect of man

Nor did he stop the pain

The pain of hunger that burns inside

For "true" knowledge yearning

 For deep somewhere ..it does reside

The urge for "true" learning