She said I was an omen,
An ill-portent, at best:
She said I was a prophet, come
To presage and attest
The rank decay and atrophy
Behind her crumbling wall —
But all I was, was summer; it
Was her that brought
The fall
She said I was an omen,
An ill-portent, at best:
She said I was a prophet, come
To presage and attest
The rank decay and atrophy
Behind her crumbling wall —
But all I was, was summer; it
Was her that brought
The fall