Thoughts on our world, and on Hope, or else its absence...
Who comes to retake what was lost?
Who comes now to storm down the Tower,
Who comes to make gold out of dross?
Who comes here to hearth and rekindles,
Who comes with a blade to defend?
Who in the storm plays his fiddle,
With song set with spell set to mend?
Who comes here to find hope in ashes?
Who now holds the Door out to men?
Whose crown in the moonlight now flashes,
Who now the throne room ascends?
Where now is our Promised Lord,
This King of Age and Renown?
From where comes his horse and his sword,
By what does he now claim his crown?
Who comes to heal now the weakened,
Who comes to cure now the sick?
Who is this tower, this beacon,
Who comes to relight the wick?
Who comes now in so dark an hour,
Who comes to retake what was lost?
Who comes now to storm down the Tower,
Who comes to make gold out of dross?
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