MASTER

A candle burns silent in this age old house, ambitious wax dunks into dust born generations ago,
The house is still,
A patient excitement stifles all dwelling; a pulse resonates as the house gasps -

Master is coming.

Grandfather is counting, He arrives at midnight,
Your world will change forever,
He will bring you new sight.

Wind battles the candle and glazes the wax, air enriched; with dust given life,
The trees start to dance,
Full moon looks down anxious as nature is ailing, God looks away -

Master is looming.

Grandfather is counting, Master is due,
Your lives will look pointless,
To what masters been through.

Wind triumphs fire and light is no more, darkness His realm,
You can never be free,
His will is defiant, He cries for us -

Master oh Master, my Master’s arrived.

Grandfather is counting, Master is here
You are alive now
Master’s your fear.