We do our best to escape
the shadow of the wreath.
            Nothin’ but a losin’ battle.

Our hearts we dye in grey,
with fate we stain and streak.
            Colors of imbalance.

Death is a lengthy day
that all will fully know.
The end will come before
or after
in the moon or through the sea.

We do our best to escape
the shadow of the wreath.

– Lance Mazmanian

Author’s Note: This poem was written with a nod toward the October 1987 song “History Will Teach Us Nothing” by Sting (aka Gordon Sumner). No real relation apart from rhythm.