in the pre-dawn cold

[fledgist]

the towers glow gold in the cold dark
beneath the shadows move no fear
lies on them but we feel the care
that will each face with horror mark
the movement in the unlit city park
unmoving light in that space there
what we see the rapid figures wear
in every heart the silent human spark
so here and now we ask for urgent peace
indifferent sky gives us no clear reply
we rush but none comes by to aid
the sunrise will make all tremors cease
day's steady glow must banish the lie
and every shade will from memory fade