Before Night Climbs Poem by Michael Shindler

Before night climbs over the barricade,
And impels men to hoist-up flags of white,
Enshroud the silence in a serenade.

The youth has dropped his battle-bloodied blade.
There is not now enough light left to fight,
Before night climbs over the barricade.

The corpses of incorruptible kings are laid.
Their subjects unite and with trump-blasts bright
Enshroud the silence in a serenade.

The city wilts under young slumber's shade.
All partake in a final dulcet rite,
Before night climbs over the barricade.

The frost settles upon the valley-glade.
The world-weary winds and the woodland sprite
Enshroud the silence in a serenade.

The hour is nigh and all prayers are prayed.
The daughter of the chasm has taken flight.
Before night climbs over the barricade,
Enshroud the silence in a serenade.