The Declining Day

A woman in the city spun on her heels
She spoke in verses, she made an appeal
She lit a fire in paradise, poured water into hell
Some say veils were lifted, some say palaces fell
We paused for a moment
Then went on our way
Busy and blinded to that declining day

Along the River Tigress ashes were poured
Nine-hundred-Twenty-Two, the year of our Lord
Some would make a pilgrimage, a pilgrimage within
But the world fought a mystic and the world always wins
The moon was split open
The light died away
But something cast shadows on that declining day