The Hidden
It pours and pours day and night
In the hour of the phantom's flight
Unsure headings, an unclear sight
The sounding victor's of the fight

Their marching steps in rhythmic order
Each a rifle on their shoulder
Their marching echoes through the night
The village given a chilling fright

There stands one girl, strong and pure
Withstanding the plaguing, selfish lure
She stands on strong, on her porch
The rain pours down, the soldiers march

Their fearsome leader, demanding nothing more
Then the sacrifice of a race so pure
His terror filled, iron clutch
Demanding more, his burden much

"The impure breeds deserve to die!
On the golden altar of mine
Give them all, low and high!
Give them all, lest ye die!"

She takes them in, one by one
Gives a home to those pursued
The soldiers march, day and night
Eyeing all, strong and shrewd

Night by night, screams of terror
Children taken by the fervor
Disappeared in the hate
Deemed as enemies of the state

Still they come, to her home
Still she hides them in her dome
Still the soldiers come and search
Still they fail to find her perch

One day they come and pound the door
Driven terror to the core
They take her to their prison cell
But the hidden have escaped their hell

"You've hidden those deemed to die
Any last words to say?
On one knee, she starts to pray
Led to death, a solemn cry

The firing squad shoots a blast of death
The bullets fly, then suddenly stop
Then all at once, they all do drop
Her prayer answered, her angel came