Black Times

 

                                      Black Times

 

 

through the times of black and white,

black is fortune and blue is the sky,

chandeliers blacked out still fireflies glow bright,

of gold and iron is thy will and might.

wondering in scattered evil and shattered lights.

Of trust and hope thy hearts are made,

Ice is melting but we won’t let them fade,

Black clouds, thunder strikes lightning roars,

Whispering winds die, rain begins to pour.

Nature wants us to see the most in the our worst hour.

Wandering through thousand roads,

When finally ended in a meadow,

Saw iridescent bubbles glide,

Scattering the seven colors of rainbow.

Black time settles and the silent war,

Wheels and races of life will sway and start too soon,

Knowing we’ve paid enough of our sins with scars,

Now the weak will survive in twilight of the lonely moon.

Lonely will be thee when the dawn rises,

Knowing thee is one from the all and rest,

Darwin refers this as “the survival of fittest”.

lying on the pale and lifeless terrain of December,

Thee will say ,”Alas! It’s a time to remember”.