Old Year's Merry Funeral ("Woodland Prattlers", 2004)
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is done and it's time for relay
So many radiant eyes A show that I can't realize It has to be some spree For everyone but me
Thirty minutes of wait Sunk in shining impressions Why have I always neglected it all? At the end of my fate I'm still crowded with various questions How do I solve them before I will fall?
Too many smiles around Clue to this riddle I found Nobody cares of my personal grief Waiting for New Year's Eve
Needless, outdated Feckless, antiquated I was welcomed like a king And left as a broken thing
Dying, desolated Doomed, alienated Sunny notes of Christmas waltz Were absolutely false
Gleeful crystalline voice of a holiday bell Was a prelude to forthcoming knell