I heard a wailing so soft and low,
through the trees I spied an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there silent, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could the reaper of darkness be nigh?
My answer soon came from up on high.
"The men who dress in those long white robes,
who spread their lies all across this globe.
See there! Many who are dressed in red!
Their godless decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered with all his might,
was he that someone for whom she wailed,
or will they all be unmasked, unveiled?"
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, barely awake.
Lo and behold! The city had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.