As the cries start to penetrate still air, this
day we celebrate.

The wait now ends.

From four corners smoke plums into reddened sky.

In the face of latern light, my destiny flies.

This day so hallowed, from here to forever its
will I will follow.

Tonight will come to life.

Deadened branches stirred by whispers in the
wind.

Fall children fill the streets at dusk, at last,
it all will begin.