TO HEAVEN HIGH

A half moon breaks
A patterned sky
Stars morph to tears
Shining high
Above the ledge
Of ages passed
Ancient gods
Their shadows cast.

The night with edge
In violent threat
A cursed approach
A promise kept
To seek and search
Find its prey
Looking down
No words to say.

Each temple falls
If given time
The next religion
To define
What mankind is
What he should be
As he bends
And takes a knee.