was it not all written
in the divine memoirs
on the nightly heaven
as a pattern of stars
that the worst could happen
at the perfect hour
to rescue the fallen
from haughtiness dour
so that they could in turn
save from the bonfire
their fellow men who burn
in confusion dire
was it not all written
well ahead of the time
in words aptly chosen
metered and set to rhyme
that there's no simple way
to rekindle nature
but take what from the day
provides shallow pleasure
so that there's no option
but to renew the de