And today the son rises;
With the fall of the night,
laying mimsy on the bascule,
‘fore the guillotine rays strike.

The golden child of darkness;
The oblivious sun of light;
Scorching his mother eternal
while she fades out of sight.

Behind the mountain she cower’s,
in the valleys and in the trees,
as Brutus passes over,
pushing her into seas.

In the trenches and crevices she bathes,
and waits for her sun to drown;
To crawl out at nautical twilight,
greeted by the crescent crown.

The lonely mother frowns.

While the Cheshire mistress watches,
she shall never be complete.
Awaiting in silence for dawn,
resigned to her defeat.

With the new dawn;
Strapped secure in the lunette;
Breathless she whispers, for time infinite,
“καὶ σὺ τέκνον”.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar