march!march!march!

narcissus and echo approached the stage

a fiddle at half mass supporting their majestic curtain

and at this time of prayer, i pray down there

once again they approach their stage, fiddle hosted high

draining the light from every pore they feel among the yard

and all those brave gents, in their red stained uniforms

they approach their last days on this stage

the time to say hello is now

so please love, say goodbye

bye for the now

because hello is withering away

echoing in this silent room of controversy

and mr.echo returns the call

while narcissus prays to a tree with no leaves

waiting to be restored

because my dear son has been hurt, hasn’t he