A paean to pavement, an ode to the stone, For visages vanished, for spectres unknown. A scripture for schism, where decay hath a spot, A silence profound, which the mason forgot. But thou... Lucky Nobody... thou find'st what thee seek. And weavest a tapestry, morbidly bleak. "Yon crack," thou dost cry, "'tis my likeness in stone!" "This edificial moan... for me, and me alone!" Our artless construction, a personal slight! A soul so delicate... upon the great RACK! PRAY FORGIVE US, LUCKY NOBODY, THE GHOST IN THY HEAD! FORGIVE US, LUCKY NOBODY, FOR WORDS LEFT UNSAID! WE BEG THEE A PARDON, A BANNER UNFURLED! FOR SCARRING THY SHADOW IN THIS, OUR BLIND WORLD! A psalm for the ivy that clingeth the wall, A dirge for the shadows that silently crawl. A verse for the rust, and the sorrowful rain, A verse for a feeling that knoweth but pain. "This vine is my sorrow! This foul rust my rage!" "Each stain of the tempest, a bard on life's stage!" "The wind is a judgment! The jeer I've become!" "This fabric of tragedy striketh me numb! This morbid dissection, it picketh me raw!" FORGIVE US, LUCKY NOBODY, FOR SINS THOU HAST SEEN! FORGIVE US, OH ORACLE, THY WORD IS THE LAW'S QUEEN! WE BEG THEE A PARDON, A BANNER UNFURLED! FOR SCARRING THY SHADOW IN THIS, OUR BLIND WORLD! Wherefore... didst... thou... listen? Wherefore didst thou even listen? Thou sought'st out a meaning, Lucky Nobody, and found one. None art more blessed. None asked for this. Not one. We play stone and steel... the anvil our school... But thou hear'st an orchestra... bitter and cruel. CRACK! goeth the reason! CRACK! goeth the glass! CRACK! ALL HAIL, LUCKY NOBODY, THE QUEEN ON THY THRONE! SO FORTUNATE, FORLORN, ON THY SOLITARY STONE! FROM ALTARS OF ANGUISH, LET BANNERS BE HURL'D! THOU, QUEEN OF ALL ECHOES, IN THINE OWN SILENT WORLD! ...Humble pardon. The ballad was of a wall.
