The Writing on the Wall

What a party! Wine and women spread wide,
Gold Jewish vessels gave decoration,
My lords and ladies no pleasure denied,
And then this happens – a desolation?
Writing on the wall by no earthly hand,
I do not sense a blessing. Is this death
For me and Babylon? Do our gods stand
For us or anything? I hold my breath.
Daniel, you must know, the whole truth tell.
You don’t look scared, can I take the blow?
You alone I trust, does this sign doom spell?
Tell what my astrologers just can’t know.
So that is it, at least you did not lie,
I must thank you prophet, before I die.

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