Her Darkest Hour

All the streams of life's great wonder have dried upon their shores
Those once great dreams now torn asunder amidst the heavens roars
For Love that once was made for All has lost Her soul to grief
While serpents jade another Fall and Man accused as thief
Inside the heart the flowers fold and beg for Mother's Grace
Tragic thoughts until now untold, made clear for all to face
The mind rebels and cries in shame, now seeing sure demise
Reflections scorned, it does proclaim, it's glory as it dies

On the other side the Beauty fades, this gift Her greatest curse
The call to penance she evades, her radiance now perverse
The light She kept was not Her own, despite the inner voice
Instead she sought the precious stone; and anguish from the choice
Withdrawn have they those chosen few, who took the oath of death
For once the Key has been removed, She gasps for every breath
She will not yield in her esteem, refusing to transcend
As Night unfolds his gravest scheme to finalize Her end


The Earth is trembling in despair, the hour has arrived
For tests of nature's greatest Snare, so thoroughly contrived
The innocents still feel no cause, while masters rank and file
The blood from Retribution's claws their desperate efforts rile
Yet stand the Truth and Pure of Heart where all the rest have failed
For these the dark one cannot thwart, though battered and assailed
Their spirits wrought from Rock and Life, have all our trials endured
Though havoc brought from war and strife, Her Victory secured