Darkest of Times [Albert J Moriarty] - Moriarty the Patriot

Prologue

A tale that's made of two,
With hearts torn anew.
A bright, starlit stage,
Takes place in a dawning age.
In London's bloody feud,
If the devil is a gentleman, then he shall be subdued.

These hearts are torn in two,
And in one city's rue.
There must be a price to pay,
To gain one last day.
In the golden city sun,
Journey's end in lover's meeting, but the day will not be done.

Two hearts belong forever,
To be closely held together.
By brother's blood and death and crime,
This is a tale of lovers losing time.
When all is said and done,
Let the performance commence and, by all means, let the actors play on.