Again I stood – alone. The Darkest Age
Embraced the world for God has closed his eyes -
Bewailed mankind forgiving all the lies
Of those who'd thought that life was just the stage.
Again I cried. The sweetest dream of all
Was broken down like childish toys of ours.
Left uninvited gusts in empty house
We're – not the masters, as we'd been self-called.
Again I prayed for those who'd lost their faith
In mercy not from God but from a Man.
The Beast ruled over human beings again,
And they forgot the feeling of being brave.
Again I smiled at gorgeous flower-bed:
The precious burgeon was about to bloom -
The Rose of Peace of purest sapphire-blue -
The greatest hope the world had ever had