It has been said –

 

It’s always darkest before the dawn

black earth will be as once before

when gold and silver orbs once shone

and the end is the beginning

what has been will be again

 

I miss the echo of the unspoiled

that rang once deep within

an old, age-old thrum of life

that’s lost now amid the din

of all that broke

of all that shattered

 

while looking into this whole mirror

i see a face in shards and pieces

a song once sung now cried and croaked

the wail – it never ceases

 

hard pressed this banshee soul

this heart would stop for it all

this night would end

one light and shadows flee

but none carry a candle

and all walk gray-ghost past

held firm in night’s cold grasp

 

it has been said –

 

it’s always darkest before the dawn

so hope sits in an old wooden chair

wired to a switch on the wall

and the expected rise seems to have withdrawn

 

yes – it’s always darkest before the dawn