Gathered for nothing.

I have seen before your time,
I have led in paths of ivy,
It has been many a year since I had come to be,
And the darker nights are fading into the concrete city.
Crisp leaves come, and by their lead do I,
I feel myself breathing into the ice,
I sense the sky broadening.
With love in my bones,
With life in my vein;
I bring to you the script of our time,
And I lay down again, in vines and wine.
It is free and only so to understand that a journey for me is quiet and morose,
I bring to light the carriage of shedding day.
It has been many a month since I once knew I,
O, How the years have slid through grit and withered by,
But come next Autumn, skin like the leaves,
New, shall I be, to the ornate call of bell,
To the caw of the darker of birds.
Welcomed to the gathering, gown and tie.
A cabaret match struck, a freak show sweet in play,
And I, strung up to see above the stage,
I with a painted grin and I with the lovely gin!
They laugh at the crack in the china,
They give fine applause to the peculiar!
How they adore the man at the rope,
The woman with fire in her throat,
O, is it all mine?
The sound of the snorting horses,
The cry of laughing shock,
My pedastal creaks,
The ivy vein leaks.