the scythe
The Scythe
End of the day at the end of the harvest
With the sun goin down
End of the row with last one behind us
and the last sheaf is bound
Yet over and over, before sleep takes my eyes
Over and over, I see the flash of the scythe – comin down
Light up a candle to see in the old way
With the sun goin down
Don’t quite understand how it burns up a whole day
Without making a sound
In some flinch of your shoulder,
some look in your eye
I see the fear of disorder,
the fear of the scythe – comin down
Sharp is the blade that can cut through the twilight
With the sun going down
It cuts through the days and the change in our own life
Til your last comes around
Everything changes, everything dies
In a teary reflection, I see the glint of the scythe..
Copyright of GAIA CONSORT THE SCYTHE
People of Goda, the Clan of Tubal Cain 
I would love to now who created this image, an inspirational work.xxx
Thank you euphorbia. Both images are very supportive of this theme; the fabulous painting above is credited elsewhere on another blog listed on my site, in fact I think I have used it a few times, it is so ‘arresting.’ The photo image that heads the song is my own, taken when I visited Bath earlier this year. It is of the ‘Three Mothers’ exhibited there and is believed to be of Romano – Ceitic {sic} origin. 🙂