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Ding
Dong
Ding
They gather,
In dribbles and droves,
In front of the Gods,
To be judged
By man.
Ding
Drip
Drip
Drip
He takes sinners under his wing,
Whispers his song into their ear,
Watches them as they sing his corruption.
Ding. Dong.
The Sparrows descend,
They are ready to cut the Weed down,
Wanting to tame the Lion.
Dong
The chimes herald the new
Age.
The little birds sing,
High and
Sharp.
Drip
Drip
Red in gushes down
Golden halls,
Golden walls.
Ding. Dong.
The Sparrow sings to the Sept.
The Flower is brought forward,
His petals wilted, his spirit torn.
He goes up to the Sparrow,
Freely but not free,
And lets his petals fall.
The stem is naked and
Breaks in two.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The Rose, she cried fro him,
Her words of furious anguish,
As she tries to heal whatever they left.
Drip
Drip
The candle burns.
Time is fading,
Melting away.
Ding
Dong
The Sparrow bristles,
The Lion has not shown,
The Rose flinches.
The liquid swishes and the Lion waits.
Dong.
Dong.
The birds turn to find the Lion.
He runs into her cave;
Into her trap.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The little birds stab the sparrow.
He falls but flies forward.
Drip
Drip
Psst
Psst
The fire burns low.
Gold flickers low
Flickers.
The Sparrow sees,
The Rose sense,
The Lion knows.
Ding
It is too late
Dong
It rages.
Wild and fierce,
Fast and unstoppable.
Burning,
Burning,
All gone. All
Gone.
Burning
The young Lion watches
All that was his
Burn to the
Ground.
Burn out.
He sheds his golden crown,
Regal in his golden shroud.
He flies below to meet
the Sparrow and the Rose.
The Lion drinks.
It is red upon gold,
Deep, dark, strong.
She confesses to her madness;
Her crime of being
Mad.
She drinks.
All is silent