There was a Bristling in the Air

It was palpable in palaces and in hovels
unnamed, expected but by a few      
the hair on the arm of the signet ringed      
stood on ends, his throne shimmied and creaked,      
   
ay, the mighty slept twitchily that night     
the wise whispered, and then made ready
A wraith requiring obeisance hushed herds     
subdued swarms, becalmed packs and prides.      
   
The poor, out in pasture, living gaunt    
looked up and saw a sky ablaze     
and though with knotted brows, hearts heard.      
A child was born, a revolution had begun.