The Darksmith...

I’m watching the sun go down, blood red finally on the field, watching the shadows form, the air growing steadily colder and making me shiver – brrrrrrr.

Empty headed with the sun, the field, and the evening air… relaxed, floating, calm.

And then, in an instant, my head was filled with this, all the words coming at once, complete.
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Crucified…

Sun’s going down
Through the blackthorn hedge.
Day was never meant to last.
The Doubler said.
Night is so much cheaper
The old ways are dead.
Sun’s going down
Through the blackthorn hedge.

Sun’s going down
‘Cross an empty field.
Times they are a’changing,
Don’t fight it, give in, yield.
It’ll all be so much better.
Said the Fool, ‘cards dealed’.
Sun’s going down
Cross on empty field.

Sun’s going down
In the darkening sky.
Pinched out like a candle
With the Liar’s lie.
It’s better in the long run
Wrote the Chief’s chief spy
Sun’s going down
In the darkening sky.

Sun’s going down
Through the blackthorn hedge.
The day will soon be over.
The Darksmith said.
Night is so much nicer
Once everyone’s been bled.
Sun’s going down
Through the blackthorn hedge.

So there they stood a’waiting
All hoping for his cry.
Doubler, Darksmith, Liar, Fool,
A’watching him die.
Expired not with a scream or shout
Just the whisper of a sigh.
The Chief’s chief took notation
Recording lie on lie.

Sun’s gone down through the blackthorn hedge.

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Note to myself: I don’t think I like the Darksmith - actually I don’t like the sound of any of them but I think the Darksmith could be Mr Bleak’s brother. Something is emerging here – madness, a memory, a tale?