The trumpet will play a sweet prelude, to earth's last tired breath but Gabriel shall not call me I shall leave long before his dance of death The distant drums are what I hear playing across the sea and through the storm a calm rumbling surrender like the two kings that went before If I could just lay down in my killer's blood then I may see hope for what it is Revenge sometimes loses out to cowardice the weak of heart are tricked to feel dismissed Long ago when we were so green we wished away the day not realizing we were the lucky ones like sand in hands all seeped away Yet these things all come to an end even for them who ignore the faintly call or those who wait around, joining one of many who fear the first melody of the horn Then it's too late and dance you shall to the rhythm of panic and real fright you've prayed for the first and last time yet you still succumb to the light A world sat wrapped in blue, while red takes rest oh how it once could save you One card staining black the entire deck just carry on, try to play through It means nothing now or when you wish for the sun to shine like it did before Burn and press, never rest confusing the remedy with the cure

Copyright © Leighton J Rees | Year Posted 2018