Semaphore Seasons

Semaphore through the seasons
With these ageing hands
Drunk with death and lilies
Twilight in the land
Time is a friend to no one
And makes it very clear
The sun is far behind you
And November frost is here
As the shadows fall
As the day is done
let the clock wind down
Let the bells be rung
Dead seeds for our harvest
Mould upon our bread
Jackals drown out the service
Three witches by our bed
The pendulums waving,
Looking down at the rocks
Dance along the black brick road,
Knock, knock on Pandora's box
As the shadows fall
As the day is done
Let the clock wind down
Let the bells be rung