Dark Was the Hour

The room was plain, no mark or taint, He lay alone, all he could do was but to wait, His time would come, of that he was sure, They would fetch him and he would be no more. Dark was the hour, bright was the spark, He lit up all that was around him, Pushed back the dark. They came, the small men, the demons, He neither fought or resisted; He had his reasons. They took him to the place no man likes to go They took him to the truth that he had to know. And as he lay in his final resting place, He wished others had seen the face, That they too would know the truth, peace and love, that comes from the one true Lord above.