The End of the Scene - Katra

The candles have burned out

Bu the wind is still strong

There’s no hand to hold on

The streets lead to nowhere

Darkness has fallen

There’s no one to lead on

Dreams and illusions

Are gone

The swans lift their voices

In last song

The only thought

How to thrive:

Just to try

Keep yourself alive

The whispering mourning

Wipes the laughter away

There’s no will to go on

The fatal tomorrow

With no warning call

Will the strong carry on?