What a familiar face was doubled
By mistake's arrival
To form another new disguise

Staged with lights on tour
Simple creatures paid in flaming swords
Fed by people bread a seagull wild though flies until alighting very softly on the tide

Had enough surprise
Made to bluebook minimal more
While buried in holes or raking coals
It's paid in flaming swords

Faithful as is gold
Most depart the world or shake it whole
Eggs of eagles taken by the mad magpie still become regal mascots of the vacant sky

Bad enough besidеs
To freefall through into the core
While taking in minе or making yours
It's paid in flaming swords