Galahad

Silent stares through a window pane
Anxious expressions make their claim
An army of souls lost long ago
A pyramid mentality still runs this show
Apollo disappeared way before dawn
And paradise was where we were drawn
Smoke stained glass comfort steals the light
As the whitewash floats like snowflakes on a bitter winter breeze...
She wraps up warm still standing
She's still standing where she has so many times before
And though the story is wearing thin
Age is counting, my friend age is counting
And she is dying
Grime on the gutter, slime on the shutter
There's plenty for the rats
And plenty rats for the cats to grow fat!
Meanwhile the skeleton on the corner
Is holding out bare knuckles
He's looking for charity