[?7hThe Final Call

Shimmers on the sunset,
Present, but so small,
What we are, i'll not forget,
We are apart, above it all,

Natures grip, all around,
So far away from here,
In the dirt, in the ground,
The indescribable lure,
In a shattered dream we were found,
Consumed in the fear.

Broken from the sky,
Wallowing in the dirt,
This will all die,
No medicine can heal the hurt.

We have grown numb,
The wild screams the final call,
The redemptor will come,
He will finish us all.

-- Harlequin '94