Whimsy

When crayfish whistle on the mountain,
   Red snow falls from the sky
Man walks around with a hairy hand
   The pigs have learnt to fly…
The sun is rising in the west,
   The moon has turnt to cheese,
A Wand’ring Knight still on his quest
   And still the seven seas.

There’s thunder in the clear, blue sky.
   The Giants walk again,
The Dragon of the Empty Soul
   Is chased upon the lane.
There’s laughter coming from the stars
   New wonder from the Earth
The Demon of the Prison Bars
   Has fled before God’s mirth

The knights arise, to ride again,
   Man’s gods lie dead and cold.
No more the chains, let freedom ring,
   No more the chains of gold.
There’s deeds again and wars to win,
   There’s dark again and light.
No more the din and empty sin
   And Science’s grey might.
...
The world’s gone topsy-turvy
   But all things are alright,
For gleaming in the evéning
   There is the morning light.

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Written in inspiration born of GK Chesterton’s poems.