Hammers of Misfortune

Was it a dream? Was it in Hell? What is the difference? I scarcely can tell Is it just I Or the world That's gone mad? This Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had... Mourning for something Something I've never known I Search for a headstone A Plot w

We are the widows of the winter To whom no spring shall ever dawn We are a window to the future The morrow's first polluted yawn We are a dowry to destruction In all the shouting we shall drown We are the shadows of the good times We are the echo, no

Hands upon harrows Heels in the weeds Starving and harvesting Down centuries Pheasants in fields to be hunted and plucked Such is their ration of sixpenny luck Multinous Мужикѕ Who mutter in tongues They frighten the horses Of fortunate sons Absent t

So: the candle has passed through a portal Stayed by a sentry as I try to follow Changing my cloak to a gown to gain entry There in the center its bearer awaits In a circular chamber of doors Guarded by shadowy forms There in the middle; a room and a

I have come to answer your fears I have come to make good on a promise I am the whisper that gives you a reason For all your feelings of hatred and treason He left you fighting for your life A bastard son he soon forgot He raped and destroyed the vil

Rain, rain , rain A thousand tiny drops upon the pane Marching in their millions toward the drain And whose to say those drops are all the same? Against the shutters, splash and down they go Into the Gutters, or to rivers flow Rain, rainy day On roof

Please hold your applause, though you may pause for genuflection As so deftly we're directing your attention To this hand my left or is it right, no need to analyze the sentiment and scope of our correctness Please remain seated as the spectacle repe