Darkest Hour

Darkest hour of the night And Moon it shrivels Out of sight; clash of steel Inside his head, a Gladiator Falls down dead.The victor Stands behind his shield And raises sword to crowd’s Appeal; plebeian shrieks Of horrid joy celebrate A life destroyed. The dreamer turns within His bed and contemplates The slave that's dead; another Image forms inside, more Secrets that he won’t Confide.Ten foot lances Battle spread, hundreds poised In line ahead ; imagine Men impaled on spears Like Shish Kebab and Dripping tears. Darkest hour passes by The Moon it shines high In the sky. Clouds they Part , and stars resolve And snoozing heads Dreams soon dissolve. Dropping like a stone Down deep, he vanishes In darkest sleep.