Neither Day Nor Light
You’ve heard as they say! —
On the murky rainy days of November,
It is so that I remember! —
That the skies were neither day nor light,
But such a terrific, haunting sight,
On that very fateful night —
As the brave and cunning folk started a fire,
The courage it took was deadly dire.
"Rather reign a king in hell than a servant in heaven,"
As the ashes spread, by the dark winds driven.
It was under this self-made parole and decree
That the townspeople found their lone exit to be:
To set the whole town on fire,
Down the ancient bridge and spire,
And the courage it took was dire!
The ever so quiet and unsmiling lord,
The self-proclaimed king of this accursed soil,
Could not help but witness the burning coil —
And weep over the sorrow,
Over the tragedy of the small hollow,
Completely overtaken by the scorching fire.
Quickly, the tyrant and then the hero,
Rushed over to the people,
As rain lashed down the tolling steeple,
To help the poor tragedy-stricken town.
But! There is a but! —
As he reached for their hand,
He couldn't let himself simply stand,
And watch the scene,
For the grieving folk, unyielding and stubborn,
Driven by their ancient ideals,
Stopped the galloping horses, and refused his good will.
"Pity to whom the tyrant comes and under whom the tragedy unfolds" —
Under these words the ancient prophecy was foretold,
As the story started to slowly unfold.
The atmosphere gave no familiar hue of the shady deep blue,
But rather a much ominous and grey color,
Which kept the day forever locked in this place.
And oh, when will the restful sleep and night come?
The chaos and social unrest inside the village,
Completely shook the rest of the town as a whole.
And inside the castle there is but a door,
Which slams by the harsh winds and rain on the floor.
A massive death took place,
The fire destroyed all the houses and homes,
And the mothers would decide on their lives of their children,
together with axes or a sword,
Before plunging with their whole body towards the flames.
And our brutal warlord was overcome with sudden waves,
Waves of emotion, and feelings,
And started to weep,
Watching this strange, surreal scene.
The town did not surrender to the capture and siege
Of the brutal soldiers and their lord,
But rather they chose the old familiar selbstmord,
As the fire consumed their entire world.
Then came the brave soldiers through the glows,
And saved the last remaining living souls,
But about the state of the others, nobody knows —
Whether their spirit is resting in a safe heaven space,
Or down the hellish pits of the void place.
Then the refreshing rain washed over all the suffering and the pain,
And let us not tell a word more about those who were slain! —
Their courage, their valor, and sacrifice
Will remain,
Written over all the secret ancient archives,
Hidden, and made eternal by the bloody stain.