When night falls, a prophet roams the streets
And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows—
Barricade against the call to arms
The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
Things fall apart at the edges, and on approach
Distortion in our vision spreads like cracks on pavement
Under that splintering bridge lives a prophet...
Spare me the sandstorm elegy
Steel wool scouring the eyes of the past
Lies whispered to calm nightmare whirlwinds
And let us sleep until the final morning...