A HAND OF POWER

As the shadows creep nearer
With their smothering darkness,
Struggling to tear away
The light bypasses,
Cries are now stifled
Sickles swing by,
Teardrops lie glistening
Under the midnight sky,
So dark and ominous
Hardened like stone,
Hopes are now shallowed
Awaiting in silence,
The pinnacle: the final hour.