Before the Dawn

Mike Whitaker

Before the Dawn

Copyright © Mike Whitaker - All Rights Reserved
Used by Permission

Watcher on the tower, I see your lantern
And the flicker of the fire that keeps you warm.
Turn your eyes away from its dancing flame,
For the darkest hour comes just before the dawn.

Watcher on the tower, I hear their hoof-beats.
They ride to take this land; ere day is born.
See their torches burn with a dancing flame,
For the darkest hour will come before the dawn.

Watcher on the tower, take down your broadsword
And remember all the oaths that you have sworn,
To fight to save this land from the dancing flame;
For the darkest hour has come before the dawn.

Watcher on the tower, I saw your lantern
And the flicker of the fire that kept you warm.
Now your funeral pyre is its dancing flame,
For your darkest hour came just before the dawn.