The Three Nights Without Dawn

When Heaven seals the mouth of morning,
and the sun forgets its ancient throne,
a shadow shall descend upon creation
deeper than the darkness man has known.

Three nights shall fall without a whisper,
three days where no stars dare remain;
the earth shall wear a cloak of mourning,
and the heavens shall weep a silent rain.

The lamps of kings shall bow in failure,
the towers of men shall lose their flame;
the brightest works of mortal hands
shall vanish like forgotten names.

No furnace glow, no candle forged by pride,
no fire born from human hands,
shall pierce the veil of judgment
cast across the trembling lands.

Yet in the houses of the faithful,
where humble prayers ascend like incense smoke,
a little flame of blessed wax shall rise —
a fragile light the darkness cannot choke.

Not by the strength of armies,
not by gold or earthly might,
but by the whisper of a faithful heart
shall one small candle conquer night.

The godless shall curse the heavens,
the fearful shall call out in despair;
for when the world has lost its mirrors,
every soul shall meet what waits inside there.

The wicked shall boast no longer,
the proud shall wear their crowns no more;
the hidden sins beneath their garments
shall stand revealed before the Door.

And terrible shall be the warning:
"Do not seek the face of the abyss.
Do not chase the shadow beyond your walls,
lest you be swallowed into its kiss."

For outside shall howl the ancient hunger,
the spirits of ruin and the fallen host;
the echoes of forgotten rebellions,
the armies of the darkness lost.

Stay within the chamber of mercy,
kneel beneath the watch of grace;
let prayer become the shield around you,
let faith become your hiding place.

Let the beads pass through trembling fingers,
let every whispered plea arise;
for the soul that clings unto the Shepherd
shall not be consumed by the night’s disguise.

And when the final hour is broken,
when the shadow releases its claim,
the dawn shall return like a wounded angel,
and the earth shall remember His name.

The fields shall know the touch of morning,
the rivers shall reflect the sky;
and those who endured the darkness
shall learn why the faithful do not die.

For the greatest night was never the darkness,
nor the demons that walked unseen —
but the battle fought within the heart
when no earthly light could be seen.

So keep the flame.
Guard the prayer.
Stand when the heavens shake.

For every age has its midnight,
and every soul has a choice to make.