Final Tear Poem by Barry Middleton

The spirits of the just are dead;
the dragon rules the night.
A fog has settled on the earth;
the moon provides no light.
The heroes all have passed away,
and no one guards the wall.
A maiden mourns a gallant knight,
who lies beneath the pall.
We pray and wait for victory,
but war cannot redeem.
Mankind conceals a cruel heart,
and evil is his scheme.
A cloud of death defeats the stars;
the gods are filled with fear.
The king awaits the daggers thrust,
and sheds a final tear.