When Darkness Begins To Fall Poem by David Howerton

When darkness begins to fall, the blond haired warriors rise to the battle. Forces of evil crawl from the ground, from their dwellings living in wastes of ten thousand spans, the once normal ones bent and corrupted over time. Delving into dark forbidden lore of other worlds before man. The tops of once grand towers, on forest crested mountains fires glow.

The songs are sung, the singers wear long white robes embroidered in life and the language of math. When the dark night falls and the fear of knowledge is great only on the tapestries, will the old knowledge be remembered? Shallow minds hating those who want to learn.

Riding the crest clouds of dust rising miles away being seen are riders of this other world, or a storm rising from the plains so far below. Growing few toward growths edge frost covered slopes reaching for space, no more breath. The shadows lengthen reaching trying to engulf all in silence.
Seeking scholar knowing seems still invisible forced thoughts of anguish into the underground of this mind.