Our Skyfall

That haunting refrain again,
One word beyond the rules
An unsolved enigma still
One word appearing again.

So close to the end it seems,
Yet far from fully resolved
Always in the back of my mind
A nightmare amongst the dreams.

Echoes of the past replayed,
Old buildings and ideas
With only past glories
The present a poor charade.

With an unsure future closing in,
Questions of where we stand
Questions of who we are
A question of whether we can win.

The haunting repeated call,
Our test and trial
Where we rise or fall
One final word,
               Skyfall.