Just Past the Bend

As the tree's of the forest, begin now to break. The walls of the city, start to tremble and shake! The warnings of the Watchman, were ignored in score's. But now those within the wall's, can't ignore anymore! A few still stand and proclaim, this is not the end! It's only a shaking, we'll repair...and begin again! The Watchman now trembles, as he holds to the pillared post. And with one last great cry, he calls out to the host. Pray, pray, pray all ye who will! Call out to The God of Heaven, on His Holy Hill! Save us, Oh God, from our arrogance and sin! Save us, Oh God, that we might, live again! The defiant now curse him, as they toil in dismay. Defiant to the end, unwilling... to pray! Like a thief in night,  the watchman is gone. The crowd now stunned, standing alone! Amidst all the chaos, and the confusion. The crowd is now left, to their own disillusion... ...

Standing at his post, As the rain gets, more steady. Still warning all, who will hear? Prepare, be ready! The storm draws closer, To all within the walls! But no one seems to hear, As the watchman calls! We’ve seen storms before, A voice calls from below. This too shall pass, Roars the crowd, as they go! Drenched with rain, They continue on their way. Thinking this to be, Like a storm of past days. The winds are coming stronger, Calls, the watchman from his post. As he sees the forest start to bend, His words, still ignored, by most. The crowds continue on, Thinking this is now the norm. After all, they say, A storm is just a storm ...?