This poem was an attempt to be innovative and use a new rhyme scheme with a unique theme.
|The master speaks, the chorus sings;|
His words hold fast to lies unseen
And truth seems only but a dream,
Clutching still to ending things.
A sea of flesh, of faces, beam,
Looks of hate, of joy, despair,
Free the flames and choke the air;
With hope, a meek and foolish gleam.
With virtue’s dread, my soul to dare;
Shiver, shake, and shun the gods,
Made fierce and called by human odds,
As light and time and death are fair.