Dungeons Of Night
In the dungeons of this night, some daggers, some knives are in quest.
I stay awake, watching shadows of dark, creaking silences holding a tryst,
Behind open doors the sobs of a mother so near, the invaders march not far,
A light eludes, a cloak prevails, our untold truths sleep under mounds of war
Their crimes ceaseless, denied and remorseless;