The Black Dove

Everything is dark and dreary,
Nowhere is good light.
and you stand here weary.

All you see is the swords' meeting flash,
From the evil moon comes the only light.
and all you hear is the swords' clash.

You despair;
Ere the sun rose,
there is nothing you can repair.

For a moment all you hear is men scream,
all life froze.
but at the same moment it's a dream.

Thus far you fair
Above is an evil cloud,
better than your friends in nightmare.

Like trees they have fell
and he is very loud.
in their fiendish hell.

The sun and its light return,
He has fun
and you stop and turn.

There high above
watching your blood run.
is a black dove.