Requiem '99

[CCoburn]

The jingling of juggling in times of trouble,
This approaching fear caused him to lose his bubble,

The sun rises as the son falls,
Death lies closer between the walls,

His girl rifled the gear and grabbed the mace
and nailed that bear right square in the face

While the fire never rose and is nearly still
But always looks like it has and will

And of death that parallels pods to a pea
Like a drop of water in an endless sea

(I was thinking about the movie Backcountry for some of this – it's really good!!)