The Bidder's Song

Adapted from the poem The Bidder's Song

THE BIDDER'S SONG
I know, Mother, where you hid the zither,
And someday they’ll find it,
The bidders of doomsday.
And when they do, Mother.
Find the tongue horn and summon the twilight,
Shango will lead the way,
Fore the fog of carnage.
And the sons of darkness,
Shall walk among the living once again,
Deluged in the red rage,
And the ancient madness,
That day when this realm swamps with the black rain.
I know, Mother, I know,
Where you hid the fiddle,
And they’ll find it and summon the twilight,
From where the four winds blow.
They shall break your riddle,
And man, and gods and time shall be in flight.
©P.M Quinns

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