"New Age"

Upon the threshold of time,
Our old time has been relinquished,
And my friend and I stand proud-
In the ghost town-
Which still satisfies our need of home.

Bitter we stand in the dust and tumbleweeds-
As the world around us turns black,
But because they have all deserted us-
It will be impossible for the rebels
To ever turn back.

Forgiveness may never again-
Arise from the depths of our soul,
For now is an age of anger-
Of things they shall do-
That will inevitably scar their future

We stand proud,
As our clean reputations guard us-
From the future that awaits the others-
As the city that surrounds us-
And guards us from their poisoned souls.

This new age that is imminent-
(Perhaps it lie in tomorrow-)
Is the Dark Age,
The age of blackened hearts-
And too few stars in the sky.

On the black horizon lay the hill of hope-
A dream to overcome this time-
And if we succeed in climbing the hill,
We will never have to visit-
A time as such again.

And as the world around us,
Stand bitter on the other side,
Stand cold, frost bit, and oblivious-
On the threshold of
The Dark Age


IDOMAD, 2007