There is excitement in the air
Hearts are bubbling with joy and light
We feel the Death that is near
And we sit in wait wit smiles wide and bright.
A rolling roar yet a hushing still
A vast of green creased in white
A pool of life stuffed with deaths
A chamber of secrets
If I was me...
My heart would be beat more slowly
My family would breathe more peacefully
My tears would gradually grow stale
Once again, the dreary dirges have begun an upward journey.
The sunny day did not end in a moonlit night,
The flute is keening for the latest victim,
Another soul has crossed over.
It is that time once again
And the birds sing of the dusk of another reign
The time is apt to assess and to judge
To stake our loyalty - the axe or the nudge