Changing of the guards ? Bob Dylan
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate mendesperate women divided
Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadowsto the marketplace
Merchants and thieveshungry for powermy last deal gone down.
She s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer s evenear the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I?d seen her on the stairs and I couldn t help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Who were handing out the flowers that I d given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours laterthe sun is breaking
Near broken chainsmountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She s begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He s pulling her down and she s clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemenhe said
I don t need your organizationI ve shined your shoes
I ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burningeither get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
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