In days before-
To Death and her consorts.
Cold and welter nights, like this,
Cowering, loathing and dread of
But hateful pretensions
Cause us to laugh and play
Because we trust
Life has overcome
Christ has undone
‘The way its not supposed to be.’
Departed ones, without dread;
They are safe.
Terrors of the dark, no scourge;
Tonight mere flourish and farce for children at play.
A trophy raised; a prize of war:
Christ has died
Christ is risen
Christ will come again!