And then...

Groping for shapes in a swirl of thought,
Immersed in the depths of a reverie,
I came to with a start and stared,
At the setting sun in front of me!

Grim were the pensive thoughts in the mind,
And blue were the hues to the eye,
The breeze seemed chilly and unkind,
Or perhaps it was my own cold sigh!

Blind to the beauty of that evening fine,
I stood still as the battle raged,
Fleeting rays of the warrior divine,
With the dark depths of anguish caged!

And then it was so suddenly done,
The gold tint gone, the brightness dead,
The darkness surged, o'er battle won,
No hope to crown the warrior's head!

But no, for the sagacious night,
Held up her son, handsome and wise,
And an unknowing smile stole up my lips,
As I watched the moon steadily rise!