The Nightcame too suddenly, As men ignited fear and thrill. The river became a haven, where loss and found entwined alike The Storm *bemoaned the wind as air concurred the aftermath And the wailing of the dear broken souls flashed like Sun lost amidst the skies
The endwas never near The morrow was too close The night never stood still And the thoughts were too piercing The sadnessonly lingered in tears But the fear held all the lies The fear indictedthe earth The rainsealed the tear And the tear ripped the stare The arrows began flying The assumptions began fading And only the whisper we could hear within a hollow filter beneath a broken chasm underneath a sunken crevice Through services of abysses Locked within a thousand paves of fear saddened by the river behind the years mourning the lost wanton spheres prying, yet crying at the unseen tragedy that lurks dwindling in a foreseen world, Where fear permits the doubters to wallow away in tears And so sad, they never see the light