Rumours Of Glory

above the dark town
after the sun's gone down
two vapor trails cross the sky
catching the day's last goodbye
black skyline looks rich as velvet
something is shining
like gold but better
rumours of glory
smile mixed with curses
the crowd disperses
about whom no details are known
each one alone yet not alone
behind the pain/fear
etched on the faces
something is shining
like gold but better
rumours of glory
you see the extremes
of what humans can be?
in that distance some tension's born
energy surging like a storm
you plunge your hand in
you draw it back - scorched
beneath it's shining
like gold but better
rumours of glory