I see a black swan rising
While around me fiends disguising
False prophets proselytizing
Revelations realizing
Run with the dog men and leave your mark
Walk with the wounded and send forth your spark
Work on the Sabbath and turn no stone
Cast out your demons and need not atone
Stoic waking
Lively dreams
Life’s no longer
What it seems ...
Swan bows his head in grieving
Redemption soon receiving
While shadows fall, deceiving
And minds still unbelieving
Shamelessly honor your craving for doom
Soothe a companion, or temper a room
Throw off the shackles of hatred and need
Sacrifice slumber that seraphs succeed
Stoic waking
Lively dreams
Life’s no longer
What it seems ...
Black wings strongly beating
The air around me heating
Catch the moment fleeting
The barest tender greeting
Sing to the cygnets that dwell in the nest
Forge a great fortress for those you love best
Rise from the water and teach them the game
Show them the strength they may need for the same
Stoic waking
Lively dreams
Life’s no longer
What it seems ...