Crime

From the caverns deep and cold
came the winter as foretold,
on a sheet of driving wind
carrying with it our every sin.
So on this day began a great weeping,
as from the cave the air was seeping,
and into darkness and to dusk
went the evil to lands it must,
spreading wide and spreading far
spreading to every sand bar.
And into the darkness,
into the mist,
stepped a figure no man could resist:
the evil of lust, the evil desire,
the evilness came straight from the fire
and into the light to swallow it whole,
to drink up every living man's soul.
And ashes to ashes
this snake did bite
and no man standing
gave it a fight,
for from the darkness soft and drear
came what we have all come to fear.
The thing of greed,
the thing of time
the thing that we call crime...