The Songbird's Song

"Heads..."

A man, a lighthouse and a dock,
A shepherd and his pious flock,
A girl, her cage, a ferrous lock,
A universe of shifting forms.
Above the island in the sky,
There sounds the copper songbird's cry
And brings the dawn, the time is nigh
Of judgment and of leaden storms.

The revolution's under way,
Inside the streets begins the fray
And in this place and on this day
The timelines bend and patterns clash.
Columbia is coming down
And everywhere throughout the town,
The hosts of heaven frown and drown
As soldiers die and airships crash.

And the people shout,
The Vox is loud
And debts are getting paid.

The girl, the man, the endless grains
Of multiverses, hidden plains,
Are breaking the translucent chains
As knowledge of the world is seen.
This is but one of many fates,
Behind the jetties are the gates
To floating creeks and sunken states,
Infinity lies in between.

The unheard songs of unseen spheres,
The freedom cries, the screams and cheers
Are floating through a million years
Towards the ones with open mind.
There's always this, a town, a dream,
A monstrous nightmare, steel and steam
And through each portal's greyscaled gleam
It's all connected and entwined.

And the songbird sings,
The city swings
And Atlas shrugs again.

"...or tails?"