SILVER AND GOLD

He hunted alabaster and rosy beams, 
silver smiles and golden dreams,
enticing, scheming and reaming,
plundering the land by day and night
in restless, ravaging flight.

As a marauding horde his ebony steeds
thundered o'er vales and meads,
glistening as polished jet 'neath 
glittering veins feeding wrathful skies,
his constant kith and allies.

'Pon the youth their kinfolk gazed in fright,
for, bereft of their wonted light,
all Earth grew silent and solemn.
What ailed their dearest, they knew not,
for such wanted for naught.

"Doth not the sun's bounty shine upon you?
The Wheel turneth even and true.
Nature's grace our lives blesseth.
Wherefore, pray, could ye young not be
blithesome and content as we?"

The soul's bereftness they sought to quell
with earthly gold's insidious spell.
Its spurious gleam cast smiles and dreams.
This contagion to their heirs they ceded,
it reigns o'er mankind unimpeded.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE DREAMERS
Source: www.zazzle.com
Artist: Albert Joseph Moore