Threnody - Two Gallants

Gather 'round, you wounded people

Shadows fall upon the steeple

Soon shall come the closing of

The closing of the gates

For there is word of plague among us

Curse the one whose poison stung us

All along the alleyways

The satyrs wait their fate

But who’s to blame when all are guilty

Morals stained and conscience filthy

Abreast your idol replicas

Your replicas of lust

In the sky I hear the threshing

Dare to watch your lord undressing

While you beg forgiveness

You feed on his disgust

But if perhaps the salt might stain your skin

And if perhaps the smoke might weep your eyes

Listen while the threnodies begin

Know no one in here gets out alive

But let your frailty not deceive you

A little pinprick, rest relieves you

And dream of all the days that are

The years that are to come

For you will dance and you’ll be nimble

Pirouettes upon a thimble

And I will be beside you

Lest I lose you once again

But if perhaps my sorrows all are show

And I should find a crack among the gates

Guilt shall follow me where’er I go

Though I try I know I can’t escape

And when you’re gone the earth will crumble

I will try but I will stumble

And all through these city streets

My robes shall drag the ground

Hear the children swing with sorrow

Yesterday was once tomorrow

No more I’ll be troubled by the troubles of this world

But if I lose my step along the way

And if the speech of victim fills my throat

Out beyond the cliffs that shape the day

It’s there I’ll wander, there I’ll stray

It’s there I’ll look for you when all my trials are done

I feign sleep to save my breath

This love is loss, this life is theft

And all that’s left is some vain need to carry on

And though I fear the tightening of the skies

Against the dawn I’ll watch you rise

Oh Lord, the company I keep within my head

The scent of flesh might tease the nose

It claims the calm, it clings the clothes

Could that be you, my love?

Your dust upon the wind?