Days Without Faith (Rain Quintet Part IV)

Days Without Faith

 

The sun tastes bitter in the morning

Remembering the glory we once had

Moving through the searching days

Trying to change the good to bad

 

We see the hopeful smiles of strangers

We wonder at the serpents coil

Cynical and jaded, tired and faded

We struggle in our daily toil

 

And the days without faith

Are darker than the night

And the days without faith

Are bathed in bitter light

 

Where once we were lovers

We stand and fall alone

Where once we were flesh

We are now just breath and bone

 

In every whispered word

We hear a sophisticated lie

In every soft caress we feel

Something curling up to die

 

And the days without faith

Are darker than the night

And the days without faith

Are bathed in bitter light

 

We are the faithless and the fallen

All that runs inside is ice

We are the crying saints

Caught up in our sacrifice

 

We are angels without mercy

Spreading ruin and fire

Burning down on our lives

Inside a flaming pyre

 

And the days without faith

Are darker than the night

And the days without faith

Are bathed in bitter light

 

(Days Without Faith is the fourth poem in the Rain Quintet.  The previous poems are Rain, Seduction, and Walk Away Lover.)

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