Thread: Midnight on the Mount

Midnight on the Mount
Under brimming light, soon shall fall
Under greatest warmth, soon shall fall
Winter’s Eve, coming forth
Darkest night, without the moonlight’s shine.

Weakest souls, soon to rise
Unknown lands, soon to rise.
Greatest Storm, overhead.
Alas now, the Battle from lore.

Told to others, long before
People knowing, long before
And the Mount, looking sad
Down at Zion, way below; ever low.

None to stop it, evermore
None to think it, evermore
The greatest tragedy, need I tell?
That one Sweet Town, with Savior not known.

Not bad.

Really nicely structured, and the rhyme scheme fits well too. I think this is more than "not bad." Honestly, this is a very simple poem but has a lot of meaning that can be digged into.