The Darkest Hour
THE DARKEST HOUR
All the grey gun smoke, cannot hide,
The black of this blackest night
A place where no willow sighed,
All, the grey gun smoke cannot hide
How the mud-propped candles died,
Their halo buried, with their light.
All the grey gun smoke cannot hide,
The black of this blackest night.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2020
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