The Juggler stares
To quench the thirst
Upon the brow
Within the hand
It cracks and seeps
The seer weeps

In flickering light
The wounds are served
Screams from below
shadow in chains
Feverish images told
In mirrors of old

The eyes they all share
In this tragic court
An empty seat
The [bad word] dry
Nothing said
Words in red

Behold the [bad word] As the stones fall
Known aloud turned
Backwards around
Reverse the loss
This never was