Colours in the Sky

Huddled in their brittle caves

They watched the twilight come

They watched the waters and the waves

They watched till they were numb.

Fingers clawing at the sky

And the nightly wind that blew,

They saw the dust and omens fly

And knew the end was due.

Cries and quivers reached their ears

The Nations had assembled;

The rising tides would hide their tears

But what if their caves crumbled?

Huddled under the melting sun

They waited for the night

They waited for the blood to run

They waited for the light.

Clever the kings, but ever they knaves

And so the flags were hoisted high;

And only they who crouched in their caves

Saw the colours in the sky.