Coda

Years
Go
By
And
It’s
Easy
To
See
How
The
End
Came
To
Be.
He
Made
The
Capital
Error
Of
Fame,
And
Wearied
Of
The
Chanting
Of
His
Name.
Then
She
Came,
Whispering,
Come
With
Me,
And
Be
Free.
Considering
The
Woman
Heaven
Sent,
He
Went,
And
She
Became
His
Mother,
His
Son
Became
Himself,
And
The
Witch
Had
Won,
But
Not
Another
Song
Was
Ever
Sung.