When It Falls

In the still of the night, when not a soul has stirred Resounding and beckoning a cry can be heard It’s riddled with sadness, and for vengeance it reaps From its deathbed it crawls, it is dragged, and it creeps The darkness surrounds us and consumes all in its path It claws; it gnaws, and draws blood with its wrath It breaks all logic till there’s no reason to see And it won’t care who it hurts, it’ll bring the world to its knees We’ll fear our neighbors, our sisters, and our dearest mothers And suspect the utmost treachery from our fathers and brothers Fires erupt and the Earth’s core shall rumble The notorious plague will make the strongest morals crumble And what is morality? Have we already forgotten? What it is not to scheme or be heinously plotting? What is it to love? To hate? Or are they one and the same? To share and to care without ulterior aim? Yet in the bottomless pit that was once the sky And at the end of the tunnel in which time passes by Through the grime, the muck, and the massive pains no one can cope There is a flickering light that is known as hope No matter how weakened its ember will smolder It will enthrall and enchant the eyes of its beholder Fill them with warmth to ease their woes Use happiness to replace the aches and sorrows Enclosed in grunge and superfluous with strife Though it coughs and it sputters it still holds life With the proper guidance it’ll grow and touch the hearts of all And maybe, just maybe, save this kingdom when it falls