The trees groan to the sound
The motorway hums as the cars tickle the tarmac...

The gale is a blowing
Howling and whispering and singing...

Fighting the inevitable
Won't let them win...

Fear had thrown down its gauntlet
And I fled like a child chidden...

It's another broken day
With the pale sun setting...

I saw them
They were standing tall...

The days pass in a fashion
Styled on those of long ago...

It's not so ill done beneath the light of the sun
That is stark and bleak in the crystal encrusted...

The cascades of the silver curtain, slipping by...
Creeping down the cobbles, concealing her pale...

Burning yet in the dark is a conscience
Still finding a glow in the gloom...

It's been a long time since my thoughts have been...
And somewhere along the way I stopped trying to...

Just a blur on the ground but the aged ochre eyes...
And war begins...