When the day has died
Come to the place the cicadas cry
A longing for what’s beyond
An answer lies within the pond
Deeper, darker, deeper down
But come up before you drown
As the answers that you seek
Lay not in those waters meek
A ghost of times now long since past
Whose body once lay in the grass
A wreathe of candles floats there still
To mourn the body without gills
A horrid sight where they would play
Where one of them forever lay
An accident is what they say
Where the children once would play
When your world has died
Come to the place the cicadas cry