A stray cat lingers,
Belonging to no one,
Seeking solace,
Greeted with the deadly taste of fear.

A guillotine waits in the empty street.
You, the sun, have yet to shine on its sharp edges.
The moon's eery ballad
Has yet to subside.

A soulful man wakes in a cell,
Trembling with intelligent fear.
He looks up and relishes in the insidious moon,
Hope is bleak in its farewell ballad.

A ghost came forth in the dead of night.
In it I saw the eyes of Robespierre.
The eyes of a rebellious angel;
a devil in angelic form.

Another body staggers through a cemetery,
Meeting his new resting place.
A walk of death to him.
To them, a predestined walk of shame.

We need you;
a storm lay in your absence.
We shall not bid you farewell,
For your memory and greatness
is retained in our hearts.

If you chose to return,
Nature will lean into your presence.
But if you relent and stay hidden,
You will be proved as cowardly as us prisoners.