Z. Pit of despair

Down in the pit of despair
no way out no way in
in the black tomb
the final gathering.

Big men with welling eyes
the hallowed look of hope
so cold with the fuel
all Hell it could stoke.

The Davie eyes are five strong
but they fade and flicker
and dance a lament
and tears white line a blackened face
they know they will never leave this place.

It has never been known
of these hard men to sit so close
head against head tears entwined
but the final deed has been signed.

Someone kicks and claws the walls
screaming out
from this pit of despair
any one any one hear up there?

As the air turns sour
and Davies eyes go to sleep forever
they are there, in that pit of despair.