The Darkest Hour

When betrayal comes onto thee,

For when the sun sleeps in its shadowy bed,

When the moon rises to claim the world.

How could trust be so wrong?

Thy has none for thee,

Your dishonesty will not be forgiven.

My trust will never be regained,

Thou have lost the will to be around thee,

Thou shall never return.

As the moon dies down into its watery grave,

The sun will come and reawake the world with the light of hope.

As twilight dawns the red and oranges glow like fire.

For dust is controlled by purples and pinks,

This is when the world knows no light or darkness,

This is when the darkest hour is born.