A darker hour awaits her,
much to my delight.
Her temp of fate mistakes her,
but I shall set it right.
For I shall bare a wicked sin,
an evil found within.
And so get lost in visions red,
where all of death begins.
Never found like stones of dark,
or stench of rotten roses.
Awaiting answers of her judgment,
before the door of her life closes.
I must be the one who does the deeds,
none else will take.
She walks and lives in total light,
while a darker hour waits.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-darker-hour/
