The Last Dance

Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Christabel

The one red leaf, the last of its clan

That dances as often as dance it can

Fears not so much the dark

For it has more to fear of the light

In the light of the day, come the forlorn

The light of the day brings the buzzing

The faint, unmistakable sound delivers an ill wind

Of rolling cascades tinged with misery

Then come the men in multicoloured coats

Revving fast, with the harbingers of doom

Whose touch spells the collapsing, final end,

The end of days for all the tall beings

The end of days for the tall beings,

Came, but alas, it did not pass by

The one red leaf, the last of its clan

That will never dance as often as dance it can