2010/11/22

Tapestry - 2010/11/22

Opulent organs and pipes line the walls
For a dozen players prepare to serenade
As a thousand cannons are primed to fire
When the final chord of the night fades
Entry is free if you have but open ears
To catch the echos crossing the universe
Follow if you can as its leaving a trail
In which a single note trumps any verse

Disease runs rampant in these final days
For their feast has withered into famine
This once great empire bent at its knees
Prays for quick death in the face of sin
As rats feeding on once familiar corpses
The aristocracies rise even as they fall
Follow if you can as its leaving a trail
Painted in a mural on the forgotten wall

Words of the watchful linger for so long
Hence only postmortem are they processed
In vain they are written even so ignored
Until we can stomach to work and address
It matters not as there is no going back
Whether beauty or tragedy be the subject
Follow if you can as its leaving a trail
In beautiful evanescence quite imperfect

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