...and the city, And her sounds sleep So peacefully Despite the noises Inside my head, The stars they blink So constantly On the living ones And the dead. And the water As it rises Inside the drowning Chambers of my mind, Pays no heed To safety valves Stuck tightly to Heartstrings plucked By rising Scarlet tides. In all my wild dreams While Solution's Cooing calls bent My back, I failed To see the end Riding in on The coattails Of some ancient Military hack. Perhaps this cancer Maybe that stroke Perhaps I would fail And end up dead Due to some Hague Convention joke. But I always Thought I would go Out quite alone - Solitary Fashion, not in The company The rest of you Due to a madman's Armageddon Action. The sun rose brutally This morning, not Considering My feelings. It came up anyway And sent the Daylight Reeling. Diana's moon, Quite terrified, Hid her face And closed her eyes. The constant north - Its star on fire Was jealous of A madman's ire. And the city And her sounds Wake unrested Here today, Because some man Decided he had The power to make All of us Go Away.