Occultation - The First Of The Last

It's the end of summer The cold sun enters our eyes The man with three faces locked in the chambers of time The pendulum is waiting The lost ones grieve and sigh She stares out of the window The pale clouds cover the sky All alone in the garden His figure tall and white He stands inside the circle And calls for her to join in In a dream she has seen The scarlet gown In a dream in the house Of seven suns He is the first of the last Waiting for his passage All around him moving fast He returns to laughter Now they are together Alone in space in time The keeper opens the door The black queen covers their eyes