The bells sound again
Throughout the day and
Into the night.
Hollow and mournful,
They echo.
No one has come.
Voids remain on horizons
Where silver riders once rode.
No damsel or watchman await
The God-sent saviors of old.
Where is the romance
And honor of heroes ago?
When did the virtues of demons
Reign over the hearts of men?
No fairy tales for the children.
Nobility lies with the dead.
The dragons live unchallenged
For all the knights are gone.
Swords are shattered or sheathed.
Mantles are rusted, not worn.
Michael's legions are left to watch
Hell unleashed
By mankind's hand.
The king lives, but his son is slain.
The sun has set so long ago.
Does no one wait for it to rise?
Does no one wish for it to rise...?