Against the Dying of the Light

Against the Dying of the Light
A.Z. Foreman

     I have not strength to save what now is ending
Or turn the world. But I'll not yield to this
Horizon-bloodying brutish Dark ascending
With bladed gleam. Those feet I will not kiss. 
     For I have eyes to see what is impending:
The resurrection of the knife, of bliss
In innocence, as voices die defending
The right to cry, out in the wilderness. 
     Let me have mind enough to writhe in choke
Of chains, and dream the light. Come that black dawn,
Let me have strength to speak as others' spoke
Who held to reason in their rhyme: lay on,
Damned times, you will not break me to defeat me.
The only thing that you can do is beat me.

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