The king was sitting lonely on his bench beneath a tree He was staring at his castle and behind it over the sea The trees around him wearily were shaking like in trance bare branches waved like skeletons a dance of death they danced He saw it in the distance the darkness in the sky destruction was approaching He felt a silent cry A new age was about to be born of this old in agony Rolling thunder and waves so high with the wind sang a mighty lullaby The king was hugged by hopeless fear this was the last waltz he would hear His queen had starved that morning like his people had before He was the last man left there no creatures lived, no more the earth began to tremble the castle had no chance its stones fell down and bobbled a dance of death they danced Now nature's powers united to play a final dirge The wailing storms were howling tunes without lyrics, not a word Furious fires crackled rhythms carrying out their purge Along the raging waves roared out a bourdon fit to merge Thus bottled up he was aware this was the last waltz that he heard He was the king, he was aware this was the last waltz that he heard that was the last waltz he heard |
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