Swans

The swans begin to bellow
 Bellies full of pearls
 Screaming down the houses
 Whilst the willows start to fool
 Bow their boughs and buckle
 The curtains they are drawn
 The cavalcade and symmetry
 Commands for those to move
 The mutiny procession
 Somber and serene
 A pageant on behalf to show
 Her majesty's esteem
 The lake is turning darker
 It's as black as ostrich plumes
 Though I paraded answers
 With a noble magnitude
 Nail down the mirrors
 Pour the wars in the rooms
 The hands of the grandfathers
 Have settled on high noon
 We are the ire
 We are the ire
 We are the ire
 Here come the ire
 Here are the ire