The Whispers of Civilisation to Literature in the Garden of Eden

Why do the snakes draw close, Nicolai?
They only foretell our doom
Their eyes speak, Nicolai
Of your demise - and mine
As they creep close in the dark.
They are watching,
Drawing close, Nicolai,
It is time to pull forth, dear Homeless friend
Your best conjurors.
Tell them it is time for the Grand Finale
And I shall send my foremost fighters
Wearing grey rust-stained armour suits,
Arm them with swords of city-dark nights
With shields of sleet and snow.
Ignorance shows it's yellow belly in anger
As it sidles up to us in the dark
And do you see, Nicolai,
Those snakes grasping at the throats of freedom?
By the greasy light of the Turkish lantern -
Do you see?
And can you hear, o flatterer of my folly, o friend,
That heavy hissing rising like smoke through the dark
Kissing your ear to tell that forbidden fruits once again
Have risen from that low feral dump where once they festered.
Here come our legions, Nicolai
Across the glacial skies
Sit here on this bench with me, Nicolai
- Shall we lie here and watch the march
Destroy us, and not rise?

Hopeful.