When the Sun Went Down
Eyes
That sketch the tunes that the pirates play
And as gypsies dance as the sun goes down
They rise
Eyes
That keep the robes as soldiers fight
Then fight against the misty haze
But fearless as the jackal hound
Barks at the night as the sun goes down
They rise
But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down
Eyes
That pick the bones that the eagles prey
And as bats in the field as the sun goes down
They rise
Eyes
That plot the tombs where prophets bled
Then mope around with demon craze
Seized by devils with eerie sound
That haunts the dead as the sun goes down
They rise
But the stars of light with tear profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down
Eyes
That sow the fields that the potters pay
And as mobs in the dark as the sun goes down
They rise
Eyes
That wet their tongues their egos fed
Then singe their souls with mocking praise
And dub him king though rightly crowned
And pierce his head as the sun goes down
They rise
But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down
Eyes
That tread the path that the pilot lay
And as seed in the earth as the sun goes down
It dies
Eyes
That caught the scene no wholesome sight
Then glanced his stare his awesome gaze
But though he faint yet onward bound
Lifted up that night when the sun went down
He dies
But the stars of light with tears profound
They fled that night when the sun went down
Copyright © Ken Godfrey | Year Posted 2011
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