The successors last waltz
The cities last stronghold
Dark clouds roll in overhead
A last waltz turns to chance
The rendition given played a part
To what some may call a charm
While others say they were warned
A willing wonder foresees the end
Of an educated successor
Sinking his knees into the sand
The buried crosses marks the way
Towards a meaningless ending
Whither the storm had tossed them
The last waltz that he was given
Rejected tones of a triumphing part
Lingers on while none is singing
