The Jailors tossed away their keys and set their wards free
When the brass played.
The Bookburners extinguished their lights and left without a fight
When the brass played.
The Brokers melted down their coins, estranged loved ones they joined
When the brass played.
The Mekhanites wound their springs down, their connection with WAN redound
When the brass played.
Frequencies switched off, Vikander-Kneed and Westhead blown away by the quaff
When the brass played.
The Watchers left their site, no longer caring about being proven right
When the brass played.
The Pugilists put down their gloves, their pointless crusade away they shoved
When the brass played.
The Librarians closed their books, to the next adventure they looked
When the brass played.
The Circus gave a last bow to their biggest crowd
When the brass played.
The Evasive Man tipped his hat, and that was that
When the brass played.
The Fae left their forest, an ancient song of peace chorused
When the brass played.
The Queen declared checkmate, not a second too late
When the brass played.
The Zookeeper's life work complete, they drifted off to sleep
When the brass played.
And no one gave a fuss, when the world turned to rust
because the brass played.
