Anagram - Rush

There’s a snake coming out of the darkness

Parade from paradise

End the need for eden

Chase the dreams of merchandise

There is tic and toc in atomic

Leaders make a deal

The cosmic is largely comic

A con they couldn’t conceal

There is no safe seat at the feast

Take your best stab at the beast

The night is turning thin

The saint is turning to sin

Raise the art to resistance

Danger dare to be grand

Pride reduced to humble pie

Diamonds down to sand

Take heart from earth and weather

The brightness of new birth

Take heart from the harvest

Shave the harvest from the earth

Reasoning is partly insane

Image just an eyeless game

The night is turning thin

The saint is turning to sin

Miracles will have their claimers

More will bow to Rome

He and she are in the house

But there’s only me at home

Rose is a rose of splendor

Posed to respond in the end

Lonely things like nights,

I find, end finer with a friend

I hear in the rate of her heart

A tear in the heat of the art

The night turns thin

The saint turns to sin