The Pause Before the Final BowAll the webs we weave keep us caught in fire close to our hearts, convinced now to deceive— drowning the flames of our funeral pyre.The Pause Before the Final Bow
Our hypocrisy is lost in desire distorted by visions that we perceive as the webs we weave keep us caught in fire.
Through signs that make leave of dreams we conspire they convince of salvation to receive— drowning the flames of our funeral pyre.
Our makeshift wings flee to the fallen spire to prove the intentions that we believe will drown the flames of our funeral pyre.
From thence, cleaved, as we beg
An Alternate Ending...And here I thought that we’d never get to the fight before I died. Too late for that, I’m proven wrong; it’s the view from the grave that makes it such a sight.An Alternate Ending...
The two families always held such simplistic plight with the last straw being the lovers’ final song. And here I thought that we’d never get to the fight
of Capulet and Montague. Who’s in the right or wrong when it’s my resting place around they throng? It’s the view from the grave that makes it such a sight
to see as they go from night to morning’s first light
As If "They" Had A ChoiceWe hear the call for the doldrums of war. The time has come for the day children dread. The rhythmic cadence, we’re begging for more;As If "They" Had A Choice
for more of these hymns, this wonderful score. As the children rest soundly in their beds we hear the call for the doldrums of war.
The beating—pounding—of drumheads do roar, waking these children, raising weary heads. The rhythmic cadence, we’re begging for more
entrancing sounds. Children reach for their doors to hide in closets, not to be found dead. We hear the call for the doldrums of war
An Introduction
Pirate
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