.

Threads of midnight crying

Upon the silent world,

Old spirits are prying

And young notes rain down, pearled,

A lone soul goes to sleep,

Another one wakes up,

The oceans start to weep,

The world border breaks up,

And all I can think of

Despite the haunting dance

Of the great fires above

Is just this one lost chance…

.

Step right up for the

Grand Romantic

always tragic, broken bones.