The end of all the miracles

Today the sky is crying,

today we all lost our goal,

we all lost our faith.

Today the shiny  armor of the white knight

shines no more.

Today we can say that this is the end.

All the miracles of the world

have no use anymore.

Everything we fought ,

everything we died for,

has no meaning.

All the magic is lost,

No more things to learn,

No more lessons to take.

Today all creation is crying.

For the wicked king is dead.

What's the purpose of good,

when there is no evil to fight?

Today the whole world is painted only in white.

What a dull colour, without some black

to contradict...