What is happening here this eve?
Such a spell have I never seen--
Showers of golden flowers, lovers
Stroll as birds float songs across the air.

Tidings these, they may be good,
But in my soul an organ grinds,
A tapping climbs into my throat
As I watch the sky in fear.

There have been days before, when
As night closes the door of day
A mind I feel in mine head,
A pounding such as Atlas knew not.

But this twilight feels to me
To be something extraordinary;
See, the setting of the sun
The flowing of bloody shadows
Down wine paved roads.

The time, the time has come
And gone, and empty is the throne:
Look to see yourself, look
But see the end has come;
No time, no rule, where
has god left us? Where
has God got us tonight,
As shades close and each
Child and man go to sleep,
Apart and alone, when,
has it always been so?