The Book of Ages

When freedom fails
The sweeping generations come
With their war of words.
It serves a purpose
For the ones who care
To know their last rights.
Divine plight spelled out,
In lights so bright.
To challenge the sun and win
Takes the courage of ages
Or the determination of fools.
A bitter word
Said in haste...

When freedom fails,
Those who know
Those not consumed by apathy
Find the costs overwhelming
A twilight star
Paints a picture
Abstract and unnerving.
Completely overwhelming
The cosmic implications
Written in the book of ages
Not intended for our eyes.
Words written in red,
"Death is not always the end."