Overthrow of Darkness
A force of darkness camps before The city praised in songs of lore, And threatens down her walls to bring, And crown their gen’ral cruel, their king. Hosts on hosts take up their arms, To hunt the just and do them harm; For darkness treasures nothing fair, Except as trophies in its lair. Yet, as the fallen hordes approach In dimmest shadow as a cloak, O’er the field of battle shines A gleaming ray of brightest light. Though the evil army great In numbers vast would seal the fate Of city fair, yet crumble they Before the clearest light of day. The darkest night, though black and foul, Is pierced by starlight; therefore, how Could evil souls prevail upon The people who abide in sun?