The Dove Has Died

My magnificent knights
It’s finally arrived
it’s the last peaceful night
for the ungrateful light
Wings are broken and burned
Once we were badly spurned
Condamned, hated and unturned
Unconcerned
And when the feathers fly
It turns all black the sky
I watch my troops so pride
The dove has died
«On the side night I’m ready now to arise with my mighty wings.
In the precints of light, whose fault? whose but God own?»