Shades

By Zachary Furr

Inspired by Night on Bare Mountain

 

Oh what a night to behold him,

the Fear that he commands,

The shadows bend to his whim,

It is the fear that we feel at night

that grips us the most,

we sense it all the time,

but none so greatly than at night,

for that is when he awakes,

he moves quickly through the town,

riding on through the streets trumpets sound,

though no one plays,

in the shadows a victory march is heard,

in the alleys they march,

and yet none is seen,

flutes and drums pulse forward,

to war they go.

To war they march,

They beckon me to go with them,

On and On,

march forward peasant,

To war we go,

To fight a bloody battle,

To fight for the generals,

To fight for the king,

to fight.

Our lives are accounted for nothing as we march.

Their battle song rings out through the streets,

and their music never ceases.

We cower in fear for the war has been over for a long time.

We cower because their end was not good,

we cower for they march and charm others to march with them,

those that march are never seen again,

they march beyond the hills and mountains of town,

beyond the clouds they march,

never ceasing always singing.

They march.

They march.

They march.