one last doom

the wind traps each in their own tiny room

blasts out the silence and makes all take stock

for in the morning we face one last doom

it was but yesterday we saw the bloom

pallid yet vibrant not a thing to mock

the wind traps each in their own tiny room

on this dark day when the only perfume

is bitter scent of ashes our knees lock

for in the morning we face one last doom

with no sun rising to relieve the gloom

nor to bring warmth to the hard barren rock

the wind traps each in their own tiny room

for hearts to harden and for minds to fume

while each lost traveller waits on the knock

for in the morning we face one last doom

the golden cradle will serve for a tomb

to learn that fact will not come as a shock

the wind traps each in their own tiny room

for in the morning we face one last doom

that pedestrian tale

that pedestrian tale  each must relate

contains all our history bitter and sweet

different in mode but yet when we meet

fervour with passion the facts do not grate

no one can keep us from holding our state

at the due moment still glory is fleet

as moment of sunrise and never complete

as we all learn when we find out our fate

truth is the monster that howls in the gale

obscenely yelling the words we deny

yet when we reach the far end of the tale

we still prefer it to the soothing lie

since in the end all the remedies fail

and the last word all must say is goodbye

the source of light and fire

vision persists in memory of the eye

where moving image still seems full and bright

though many hopes have faded into night

and all is strange now under a new sky

and other stars still hearts demand to fly

into the realms of true and honest light

where none will question when we reach the height

nor will each word be stifled by the lie

we ask the dragon for one drop of blood

to change the order of things now well known

into fresh truths and we restring the lyre

to have our songs resound above the mud

into that air where one bird soars alone

reaching towards the source of light and fire

no way forward

we find that choices now have all turned hard

but may not leave this hot and bloody field

there's no way forward and return is barred

all faces that were fresh are old and marred

but minds are focused and all hearts are steeled

we find that choices now have all turned hard

yet cannot give the past our fond regard

for what was warm and free is now congealed

there's no way forward and return is barred

to those who are obliged to stand on guard

awaiting a strong word to be revealed

we find that choices now have all turned hard

our praises won't be sung by any bard

at least our fate will not be long concealed

there's no way forward and return is barred

no option then but play the final card

take up our stand and show we will not yield

we find that choices now have all turned hard

there's no way forward and return is barred