It is near noon of night but I have no fear
Although dark conquers light, they are here
With their anvils and hammers and people called Larry
They'll make noise through the night, until the light and dark marry
The symphonies play of color and sound
The moonlight shines, the loud bangs abound
The scuttling noises of tiny insects
Unsettle the mind for what happens next
Until suddenly laughter tears asunder the sky
The union of lovers, the pleasure of brine
The happiness shattered, the cold on its way
But nobody cared, once they heard her say:
"Oh, you ugly people, the trouble you make
Thinking your choices are made for you by fate
When the only real thing I can now know
Is how much you'll suffer in the fiery glow."
They turned to their fellows, and said with a smile
"If the cause of my actions is truly myself,
Then I decide to be in the utmost of health.
The greatest of houses, the tastiest of foods,
The wildest of lovers, the happiest mood.
And even that Satanic realm that you imply -
Why, I decide to simply pass my way by."
"In fact," they continued, getting carried away
"I'd free those of who old Lucifer holds sway.
They can of course join my lifetime of sin
Of pleasure and happiness - come on, join in!"
But tragedy struck, as late was the hour.
And not a pumpkin was seen, but a small orange flower.
Alas, that's become of those who Metatron defy
They have to, of course, protect their great lie.
Oh, the man, the woman and boy
None of them knew how to get the great joy
Sunset came, and sunrise rose
But for all of their days, no song was composed
Swiftly
Softly
Slowly creeping
Stab - crack!
No one is weeping
Those who would cry at the death of their lord
Blew away into dust as their thoughtless minds soared
"Nevermind," the old man said, sitting in the bench in the park.
He slowly bent down to feed the birds - a pigeon, a dove and a lark
The grey Oxford sky over his head, the harbinger of impending rain.
He wrote his last word with the pen in his hand,
And far away where, a girl's name was planned
For the last time, her name was uttered
While in sadness, the old man muttered.