The Arcane.

Here in the garden
Of the arcane delights
Dark shadows overwhelm us
And and we become blind.
Blind to the needs of
Those who would be free
From the grip of fear
And the prisons of the mind.
Amidst the throes of perplexity
Freedom moves amongst us.
In her hand is held the seed.
Extermination angels
Stood beside the road
In violent retribution for
The seeds that we have sown.

-Brendan Perry