Arrival

A twin is coming
No good a running
I tell you brother
One follows the other

At first will be bad
Then you will be glad
I tell you Sire
You're in the mire

Don't be afraid
You're here to be made
I tell you mister
Soothe your sister

A twin is nearing
It's what you're hearing
I tell you Master
You're sinking faster

It's what you have yearned
Everything must be earned
I tell you my friend
This is not the end

As the chapter it ends
And the light it bends
I tell you my son
You will have won

As perseverance is king
I can tell you one thing
When day follows night
It will be alright