SON OF NUN

Tussle and rustle 

Night evening light 

Day morning they 

Yes, they 

Tempest amidst the loom 

Sailing the voyage of normalcy 

Their doom is numbed 

Senseless Sencers taking the knob 

Tempest loom 

Normalcy doom 

Light evening Night 

Night domes day 

They created the sailing wave 

Now Sons are none 

None but Senseless Sencers 

Yes, Sencers 

Their glory is but their shame 

For the son came bearing the light 

But the world knew him not 

The world knew him 

But did not follow him 

For the sons of men loves darkness

-Son of Nun

(ANTHONY O. GODWIN)