The path is dark
through twisted trees
where bracken trips
and rips the knees
Where all the heart
in shadows lay
with silence from
the birds and bees.
Darkness drapes
from every thing
and gathers mistily below
the places most men
pale have seen
and where many
have entrapped been.
Comes a brightness,
blazing sword
wielded by a winged one
followed by a spearman lone
as swordfolk follow
his baritone.
Silence broken by a song
piercing as the light of day,
and behind this fearless throng
one walks emitting shining ray.
Though there is burning
on the air
deeply breathing they do come.
The darkling things
gather close
to watch what may now
be undone.
Small the band
but great the heart,
blessed beings
brutal art,
come to lay the darkness down.
Michael’s brond
a blazing bears
the slaughter lighted
all around.
Those gathered
know not their true names,
but know their purpose
here is found.
The Spearman knows how to command
The Singer pushes darkness back
The Swordfolk long have fought this band
The Light a beacon in this foul black.
Not a one of us is pure
Human, fallen, each unsure
Bless us each as we rest
give us peace while we can
help us learn what path is best
to slay the darkness that hunts man.
Tales speak of the end in light
but also of the lengthy night.