Don’t look now, At the trap
Tremble now, In distraught fashion
Hidden under the tree’s sap
And eroded by false reason

Strip the cloth from the lies
Arrange a different sensation
Find a child hidden inside
Shivering with anticipation

There,there child don’t cringe
The fight has only just begun
This story has yet to begin
And burnt kindle a singe

If the light still haunts you
Does that lessen your memories
If the dark still illuminates
Does that increase your atrophy

Whisper sweet child, For they are listening
Taken from the heat, They give dictations
Allow them to proceed, Allow them victory
Give them gold and they declare themselves kings

Wearing a garb of old traditions
The child cries at the new birth
This once proud man in tribulations
And now collapsed on the old earth