Sorry for the really long wait for updates on all of my stories, but I am now back to finish every story that I have as well as write knew ones and it starts again with this poem.


The Darkest Hour

One minute all is fine,

The next he's lying in the ground

You want to rush to him, but you know you can't

So you leave it to a knight, he'll be alright

The next morning, nightmares are true

She's a young girl who's coming running to you.

What do you plan to do?

Ride out and find the sight?

It's dark and cold, the village is dead.

There's nothing here, but the wind howling.

Look around and see what you find,

Spirits of the dead have already faced their demise.

Hurry on back to your father.

Tell him how sword and spear are no good.

Tell him of your plan, hear him say no words.

Get up to leave and he grabs your hand.

Travel to the isle, it's your only hope,

To restore your kingdom to it's peace.

You still had no idea of who was there with you,

Or who knew the secrets that you didn't.

It was suddenly cold, no source of light.

You knew what was coming, but you weren't ready for a fright.

He pushed you out the way, jumped in front of you,

He saved your life.

The room lights up as the knights find you,

But he's dead and that's the only thing that your mind tells you.

As Lancelot kneels beside you, you realise that it must be true,

The Darkest Hour is just before the Dawn.


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Thanks for reading.