Apocalypse

I met a man who always thought

The worst was born for him

He lived each day in certitude

That night would do him in

His Gods unkind at every turn

Would tear his heart apart

The darkest of the brightest glow

Would stalk his every start

When forms are fit and made to work

And all in proper place

A minor tilt of any piece

Would jolt his play abase

Oh! here again his God's at work

It's blackness all day long

The minutes go and hours fly

And all is woebegone

What gives the heart a gentle nudge

To face calamity

To meet each stand with all your might

And not with brevity

Condemn the soul that troubles thee

And gives a signal wrong

Your path through life is sure to be

A storm of varied song

The demons dance at every prance

To thwart the positive

The fault is with the shadows drawn

Long may they never live

To escape this fate at your gate

And worry free to be

Is asking for a miracle

Without the fashioned key

When troubles flare in every glare

And ends will cease to come

March on with all your dignity

In step to your own drum

Be confident as you reach out

God's gifts will surely light

Success is bound to follow you

Apparent in His sight