Steel Skies

When steel skies frown on hills of stone, and bare trees loom like dungeon rails. When winds howl 'Doom' in ghastly wails and thunder cracks like broken bone.

When all I do is count the cost and all my truths have failed or fled. When all life's fairer hues are shed, revealing nought but what is lost.

When the malice of the season hangs thick its gall in sullen air, my sick heart moves me to despair and hope seems shorn of higher reason.

Then there unfolds a brighter dream, that faith and will may yet redeem.