March comes in like a Lion

March comes in like a lion

And I can not put down the beast

The wounds of time remain

Am I slaughter for his feast?

March.

And with it comes Spring

The season of rebirth

Yet all I see is a casket

Nailed shut for eternity

“God is dead”!

“God is dead”!!

Said Nietzche

“And We have Killed him”

March.

And with it comes Spring

The stars shall punch holes of light

Into the darkness

To keep the world

From going into that good night

At least,

Until the sun rise

So why

Do I remain in a state of demise?

I know where deferred dreams go

I know why the caged birds sings

March.

It comes in like a lion

I know

Because I can hear heaven ring!