The Dark Hour

The sword of time rested on the mountain peak,

The fountain measured the depths of the nascent brook,

Which rose like laughter and turned the deep dungeon of sorrow surreal and oblique,

The forest measured life in combative audacity,

He who survived the mayhem was named the sunshine.

In between times, you came into my eyes,

Through tears made a place in my heart,

That quickly evaporated in sublime desire,

To make a shelter look like home,

Throughout the day, throughout the night,

The tale of folklore rejoiced,

Till we could look no further, not even the imminent disaster,

Of the impending war,

In a negotiation for love lost, for a recipe for peace,

In this dark hour of failed impunity from a death wish!