Winter Solstice

        Or The Song of Manichaeus

  Before gods stalked the earth,
  before mind crawled from muck,
  light fought night.  Seasons churned,
  Sun or Moon. Darkness burned
  to radiance for world to suck        
  in, to spring forth, to birth.

  Death bent to mirth
  when brightness dared again to pluck
  hope from dread, spurned
  void unearned       
  and struck
  the dark from earth.

  On this longest night,
  which the victor, which in flight?