The Poet

The black crow sings
 The poet writes
 The words that break
 The hearts
 Of all the girls in the ancient towns
 Whose lives have fallen apart
 The black cloak fell to the ground
 To stop the water's flow
 And all would die in Bedlam town
 Now the land of ghosts
 The treadmill sweats
 With blood of those
 Whose feet had sought
 (To seek the freedom)
 Beneath the dirt the corpses rot
 Their future now has gone
 But come the time the hero lands
 The game has just begun
 And when all have nothing more to say
 The battle has been won
 Until the poet's pen breaks
 The battle's just begun
 The lovers spill their inky words
 Give birth to their sons
 The soldiers drag their bodies forth
 Their hearts are full of joy
 The poet's dream has just begun
 And started to destroy