Darkest Hour

In the darkest hour of her deepest despair The pain was so great she was madly aware It went deep in her heart to the very worst part Where there was nothing, just cold, dark, black art. Pain turned to anger as she thought for a while She'd thought he was her protector, so muscular, so mild What he'd just told her put her in shock Her life now in danger from some in the flock The protector had put her in mortal danger And why had he done this, he wasn't a stranger Or was he? She'd known this man a decade or better She'd knitted him many a warm woolen sweater Testing of faith from one to another From father to son, daughter to mother Those that were friends were doubtful and then Yes it was time to begin fresh again Build up the trust that had been lost in the dust Get rid of the wolves, the greed and the lust Begin again, regain the trust that was void Try once more not to be paranoid.