The battle within writhes without while
Two twinkling eyes shut night against night
And the fortnight’s closure remains on your mind
For the want of something to make you blind
Three well wishes were hurriedly sent
To the one you hoped would thoroughly miss
Your presence in time, in thought, in breath
And the carnival acts that you trace and test
No longer leaving enough courage to sit
Upon the high seat of Angels or comets or dust
That we then must align the thoughts of the few
Who graze in the pastures of the multitude
Who grow deep within themselves many a thought
That will pass through the ages of time
Never ceasing and never making decline
But always the uprising of the sovereign mind
And then the days numbered will be one hundred and twelve
And the people will know within their hearts
Of the signs on the doors, and writings on the walls
Of the death and destruction and of red waterfalls
Of the eternal decline and the eternal rise
Of the ever-present dichotomy in the Joker’s mind
So take heed my friends for the words aren’t so clear
As we all fast draw near to the end
And the beginning, and all in between
Lost is the way, but found is once more
The fashion amongst the gods
So let it be said, and let it be read
The future bears down
We must accept