Serpent-beguiled, the Pair walked on, self-cursed,
yet not relenting, not repenting; flesh's own
frail slaves, depraved, debauched, could not out-run
Sin's general creed, powerless to lift their swords!
They've thrown away -- exchanged for Naught -- their hearts;
Fresh World (too new to be "Brave, New") unknown.
The empty sea, whoring the moon in ecstasy
a constant sorrow-song, with vapid flowers,
tsunami-blossoms, useless human dead,
five-petalled flowers lie buried 'neath the sand.
And moaning, raging silence fills all hours:
New life, new hope, new love, new strength, new powers.
