On the rooftop I sat,
pen and paper in hand
Eyes level with the treetops,
heart elsewhere; it ran
And all of the birds
sang their songs of despair
For a great cloud was coming,
thundering anguish and swears
And though I was ware of those birds
and their hasty style of flight
I stayed despite,
for I knew not of refuge in light
Quarter past eleven,
when the sun was due to fly higher
Thanks to the cloud,
it was early that the good sun retired
Windows rattled and clanged,
Eurus was well on his way
And I greeted him kindly,
for it was his pathway I paved
In spite of love I acted for grief and for greed
And as raindrops proceeded to fall,
I sat in silence as heaven cried upon me
I stood up and shivered,
took a look at my skin
With a bored sort of breath did I sigh,
for there was nothing within
Nearer to the roof's edge,
I started to step
Took a looked to the ground,
and wondered if I was ready just yet -- And right then,
The great cloud bursted
and its children covered the sky
And a wonderful voice told me firmly,
"You are not ready to die"
After the longest departure,
my heart had run back
With the largest of smiles,
I took hold of my pen and my pad
And I proceeded to write,
"On the rooftop I sat, pen and paper in hand..."