Dirge Over a Shrouded Sky

Dr Abe V Rotor
A sugar mill furnace at night in Batangas

The night has a thousand eyes,
bright and twinkling in song;
but one dreary night one cries
out, the cry of Armageddon.

No song can bring back the moon
and the stars - they've died out
under a blanket of doom
where spirits roam about.

No other but his own death,
and the earth's, man is doomed;
masked by power and wealth, 
softly he digs his own tomb. ~