"The Second Coming"
by W.B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of "Spiritus Mundi"
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Spoiler:
Hotaru Tomoe's Prologue:
"Second Coming"
Certainly some sort of revelation is approaching
Certainly the time of "the second coming" is approaching
"Second coming" ... as soon as these words reach my lips,
An enormous image from "The World's Spirit"
Disturbs my vision
Somewhere in the desert
A monster with a lion's body and a human's face,
Like the sun, blankly,
Callously gazes about,
Slowly moving its legs
While all about it,
The angered desert birds' shadows rotate about
Then, a second time, darkness...
However, I understand now
The time that slept like a stone for two thousand years
Rests in the rocking, swaying cradle,
And the nightmares that were called out of it -
And yeah, let the Silence approach. \o/