Truth Saga

Once upon a stormy morn
'Twas dark and cold and dank
Three strangers gathered 'round a hole
To lay down one of the highest rank.

The three exchanged a solemn glance
For each one knew the cost
There was no healing, not a chance
The day that Truth was lost.

The first man, Kindness, bowed his head,
And with a soft voice uttered,
"No good deed could take your stead
We died when your light sputtered."

The second, Hope, began to weep
And in his sorrow said,
"With Truth gone, Hope does also sleep
And Bitterness shall take his stead."

The last man, Understanding, stood
No stranger to the silence
At last he said, "It is not good:
O'er Truth, man prefers violence.

"The times are dark, and so it seems
Man's gift has been forsaken:
He chose the dark, forgot his dreams;
The Truth for granted taken.

"Now Truth is gone and man shall see
The growing of the dark...
With truth gone, likewise you and me
Shall disappear without a mark."

With that the strangers bowed their heads
And said their last goodbyes
Not knowing that in three days' time
The Truth again would rise.