Darkness Earth

Somewhere in the darkness

where lighting strikes it's way

worn out people crying helpless

as the frightened wait for day.

Walking wounded stare off coldly

the priestess learns to pray

laughing stops at the door step

while others wait to stay.

No one knows the likelihood

of eating soup for one

but it is fairly certain that

the cooking's almost done.

Writing letters, reading books

both have had their time

and as we look upon the moon

we are still waiting for the chime.

No one sees the brilliance

of lonely men softly speaking

with warnings of a change that comes

to the air you breath that's reeking.

You may be free to question

all the changes that occur

but questions make no difference

it won't matter if you concur.

Time is not on our side

we are temporary guests

and when you see the damage done

it's non-compliance at its best.

So side-step all the lightning

ignore those that are needy

believe you can see in the dark

and breath the air most freely.

Then the time will come for you

to live a different life

one in which your time has come

to learn of horrid strife.

And when you're in the darkness

praying for the day

remember what the priestess learned

it's your time to truly pay.

For darkness must become your friend

must calm you as you wake

for it is all that's left to come

in earth's destructive wake.