In the quiet of a summer palace
Long ago before this day
The prophet came from spite and malice
To take the children all away
She came on wings so white and pure
None would dare look her way
There was no resisting her allure
Or to keep her safe at bay
Those modest eyes, they did decieve!
They all had fallen on thier stance
It was too late for thoughts reprieve
This time they had no chance
And as the darkness circled round
The people wept and prayed
For noone knew just what they found
Or how t’was that they made
The cities crumbled to the ground
The people have been set free
All that is left, is a funeral mound
But for no eyes to see
Should I feel a pang of guilt?
Or even mourn for thee?
No, for this is what you’ve built
In the blackened heart of me