In This, The Darkest Era
by Randal Matheny
In this, the darkest era, we all
Are men of war in armor full;
None can flee the clash of battle,
None can stray, none can straggle.
From all sides the enemy rushes,
He holds back none of his forces;
Relentless hordes of hell sweep forward,
For one that falls, two swords are brandished.
His surge is keen from desperation:
Defeat descended at vict’ry’s cusp;
He rages in his final battle,
A window of violence soon to be shut.
For yet a while, but for a time,
We face his fury soon to be spent;
Already dawns a growing light,
To vanquish the Liar, a consuming flame.
Courage, then, and hold your ground,
With steel flashing and senses trained!
Give all your strength, by zeal possessed!
For soon will come your time of rest.