In white robes have taken
The night off to dance it off,
In a distant resort.
The lady of Led Zeppelin,
Eventually couldn't afford
The stairway. Had to actually
Die to make it to heaven.
Elsewhere, someone opened
The gates of the sky,
The pigeons in angst had to
Take refuge in the cages.
The girl who cried daily
To conjure evenings, suddenly
Stopped to check it out
If it had been morning.
Skin wrinkled and cracked,
A man grew old overnight.
Repeated past in head is
Living too much, one can-
Age thrice as fast.
A farmer in the countryside,
Has gone mad anyway.
It's said he had to use an axe
To read between the lines-
The book that caused it was
The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.