Selections from Advent (Omega) Poem 54, Ch. 5 Antichrist- Out of the depths of darkness quickening, why this fear wants me to offer up your bleakest Hell sent Hatred slipping in and out of your sleep again and the faintest bitter voices from beyond whisper a tragic rumor of your arrival and my deepening sadness a reflection of your dark prides consumption/ O Wicked One your feat of cruel daring a counterfeit from the beginning. Painting Copyright 1999 T. Byron K.