The World is alone tonight

The world is alone tonight
Under the power of those chimes,
The grey smoke and the sinister grin,
The lamp that burns in an over riding harmony.

It’s not the question of the universe,
So, it must be the maiden of truth
That which oversees the wooden path,
And forbids the distrusting tonight.

The foot is firm downhill,
When the sight yearns for the setting sun.
And the brook blazes and grimaces
It’s the allure life has to offer tonight.

The racquet of hell and the satanic might
Must be gentle to that dying will
For that which coerced it
Has left a scar tonight.

The power of good, no entity claims,
Nor the fortitude of the times of yore,
All that’s left is an earnest wish
That the mute whispers tonight.

Breaching the faith of the blind,
And extending the act of evil,
The self cannot bode,
It’s pure and it shall stay so tonight.

The world will survive alone tonight
Under the power of chimes,
The grey smoke, the sinister grin
And the lamp that burns in an over riding harmony.