Shan’t be impressed

In the morning of the night,
a dark lake of velvet water,
dreamt a crimson lullaby.

We shan’t be impressed.

And in the morning sun,
a blue bird sung and for
a moment rescued time from
fading.

And we shan’t be impressed.

And five kings so wise,
folded up a life and cut it up in pictures
to size and only one of them got
wise.

And we shan’t be impressed.

And one moon like bloody iron shone,
upon the king on his mountain throne,
and the lake a mirror,
flat and sharp.

And five blind mice chose to throw a dice,
so in God’s eyes they might suffice.
Now they all lie shattered but one,
who refused to throw and try a God,
who’s a fool for fools, when every living thing
is pushed into the ring.

And we shan’t be impressed.

And in the city of Amber a thousand bulbs
trascend an eerie glow, diffuse – unique  - unbound.
Three dark men in hoods, forbidden, play a hand for
all there is. Fate decided, tide abided, worlds outgrown in the
fierce gloom from the one of doom down in the caves Earth
once carved to make what lingers tender in the City of Ember.

And we shan’t be impressed