Last Words

One day, the Curtain will fall Upon some, upon one, upon all The time comes when the Messenger’s Call Would be answered by the Short and the Tall Some would lead while others follow A time comes when all seems empty and hollow When we are compelled to swallow Our pride and reveal our sorrow Last words would be said Accompanied with tear-soaked eyes of red Names in print: some in ink, others in lead Earth becomes our permanent bed What would they be – their “last words”? Would memories of you bring peace or draw swords?