The Darkest Hour, Poetry by Aline Gardine

Genre: Dark, Life

The Darkest Hour by Aline Gardine

And I’m alone in darkest hour, Between the icy branches searching moon. Somebody painted skies in grim black color, I can’t promise that I’ll back soon. Doc Plague laughed in winter silence, And opened fastly his white beak, He’s gathering again his magic powers So, stellar lights became too pale and weak. He flew and touched the roof of old gray shelters, He wanted find a helper in the night. And soon he met sinister jesters, Invited one of them to go and steal the light. And villains after erecting a ladder, Reached easily the kingdom of the sky. They stole the moon, decided that it’s better Then just to listen to her endless wailful cry. All stars they covered with black paint And laughed again, descended to the earth. Light disappeared and there was no a saint Just darkness from the…