The Young OneThis Newness is but Oldness reborn
Falsehood clothed in Goodness's fashion
A vulture nesting with sparrows
Eden, barren may be thy fate, yet we shall fear not!
Night must befall to herald Darkness's reign
As the fawns stumble through the smothering bog
Surely the Sun will return with Her nourishing rays
Of warmth genuine and light divine!