Eclipse at the Gates

Denial walks from place to place

Without a sense of grave disgrace

From keeping lips which never talk.

 

The men renowned for hiding face

With veils denying any trace

Of what is real, begin to walk.

 

A book of lies is being carried

Upon the backs of men married

To form of creed which oscillates.

 

Shadows are passing through the street

With steps which now complete

The final stage of reaching gates.