no choice but midnight

 no choice but midnight left and this is hard

to take when day was joyous and so kind

that we were filled with blessings of good mind

but now few stars and every way is barred

vision is blurred and all the ground is charred

by wildest fire we have been left behind

by some harsh fate in this land of the blind

where all things good have been cut up and marred

there must be wisdom left for each to trace

the proper path to decent human sight

where everyone is worthy of their face

and every action leads each to the right

this is the hope to which we all must hold

that none can purchase though it lead to gold