who knew the night would never end,
that the skies would remain dark
and we,
we few would remain huddled in the trenches
dying for fear of death?

no one looks over top the edge
afraid of pale horse and pale rider
come harvesting in the gloom
it is the end of all things
where hope collapses under doom’s weight

NO MORE!

Shouts one who stands defiant of despair
we live still with beating hearts and blood that flows
hot within the flesh given of mother and father
while night it be and perhaps forever more
then let us live in moonlight and star-shadows
sing by the glow of bomb’s flashing glare
and warm our selves in the heat of friend’s sacrifice

that if steely Thanatos does grind his scythe
to seek us out
may he find us drunk and in love and arm in arm
crushing a lifetime’s worth of life into a moment
shaming the blackness around us all