A Fourth Pravacordian Nursery Rhyme
When darkness falls and all is lost,
How sweet, that final breath.
Heart cease to drum, and respite come,
Through gentle kiss of death.
What pain and angst and endless trial,
How constant threat abound,
A world to save, before the grave,
Before relief is found.
O how long regret endures,
Till none can bear its weight.
So peace—be still, though come what will,
You cannot challenge fate.
In strife and woe the battles rage,
The brave the first to fall,
Naught to defend, when shall it end?
When night comes for us all.
A Pravacordian Nursery Rhyme