There we stood as diligent caretakers of a forgotten castle,
where the parapets protected the dimmed lights of our chambers.
Mortared stone crumbled through the night as the bombarded
garrison surrendered life and limb to the ruthless hosts of doom.
Failing through time and space the weapons of our making
turned against us as the coming dawn ran from the night.
One we sent to chase it back, the son of mourning himself.
And all sorrow wept as the lost dreams of tomorrow rode away.