In   the   lost   stillness   of   night   there   shone
Again   a   glimmer   –   that   to   me   unknown
Was   the   herald   of   a   morn-born   to   the   dark
Of   an   eclipsed   world   –   barren   and   stark.

A   cautious   man   on   wisdom's   crutch   once   leaned
But   tempted   by   illusion   flung   caution   and   seemed
For   a   moment   to   soar   on   graceful   wing
Crowned   with   the   laurels   of   a   glorious   Spring.

A   hand   held   out   a   Hope   to   hold
As   beguiled   eyes   a   dream   behold
But   wing   and   grace   in   a   moment   were   done
Yet   in   the   depths   the   glimmer   still   shone.

Faith   your   name   with   Betrayal   I'll   take
And   Truth   your   wager   on   Deception   I'll   stake
For   the   Day   is   dressed   in   Night's   darkened   gown
And   still'd   is   the   song   of   the   Morn   unknown