There are darker times coming, my friend.
So lend me an ear. We'll speak til the end.

I never imagined that one fateful day
when all love on earth was just... swept away.
My mother and sister's, all gone to the dust
while my father and brothers sat in the rust

of the house they had built with their own hands.
They looked at burned fields. Mourning lost lands
which stood black as sin, covered in death.
Holding back tears, which stung with each breath.

Yes! I tried to understand, but in their sorrow
they forgot today would lead to tomorrow,
and maybe that time, we'll wake from this dream.
Awake from a nightmare. Awoke by our own scream.

Ah, but I remember cold, the veritable chill
which stood still and quiet,  threatening to ****
all the rest of the people and trees in confusion.
I imagined these things? It was NOT an illusion

for surely you look out the window and see
the painful sight of the world and the sea.
Let it known that we suffered, but hoped,
for while others died, we simply roped

off our eyes to abandon the very thought
that maybe the history of this world was for naught.
But no! This is the world we now live in.
This is the world we bought with our sin.

Why do you stand?! I'm not finished this tale.
You fear what you hear? Though I awakened a gale
of memories bitter, and too deep to bear?
Sit you back down. Listen while I share

of the journey we started that terrible morning
when day ceased to be, and midnight was yawning
it's terrible smile, which would never let go.
Fear grew in our hearts as we walked, and then... oh!

I just had a thought, of birds and of beasts.
A saddened remembrance of children at feast,
with laughter spilling all through the air
and living was such that we had not a care

in the world. We were content as we could be.
But maybe the problem started there... Surely...
Or maybe we just did not see the signs
as the day turned to night. As the end intertwined

with our dreams and goals, and vision of wealth.
Of long life and comfort,  lingering health.
So arrogant and petty a race such as we
that maybe we deserve what we got. Can't you see?

Well, I am tired my friend. More to tell at the break...
Well, we're not so lucky, for the night we can't shake
even though we struggle with all our might...
Story ends here my friend.  Good day and goodnight.