Anthem in the Night
Published on September 12, 2017
Anthem in the Night
Out of mud and mundane days I issued
Rubble and ruin have been my daily care
All thought and gesture in constant feud
Every flicker of sense left me bare.
The Night is true, not an illusion
Their assaults real, and direly grave.
Our daily act oozes a poison
That corrodes heroes and the brave.
But when I close my eyes for another sight
The Lute still chants an Anthem in the Night.