Interlude

In the morning of light

Never a word, but a whisper,

And I wait, for a fight,

For the right one in, the fair,

No fool, the mindless whim

Of liars and cheats, of doom,

For peace we dreamed so soon

Destroyed for the rise of grim

Nightmares, and darkness shimmers

In the false light of hope

In the eyes of the damned,

And the righteous dreamers.

All for one, none for all,

The painful howling of gloom.