What do you bring us O' Harbinger?
A panacea to dry our eyes~
Do you own a panoply of wisdom
from whence hope comes?
Your words are quintessential for beating hearts,
you who holds our ears by their lobes.
Please speak harbinger, loosen your lips.
See these woebegone faces before you?
They are waiting, bones aching~
there is a need, for even the sun needs a horizon
for which to rest upon when rising and setting.
Come now, deliver your proclamation.
Our impatience makes you weary, but
we tire so. How we long for that time
when you will imbue newness to our existence.