well-measured...

we've had some laughs, we've had some fun,
but now such things are all but done,
the hands have nowhere left to run,
the spirit and the bride say "come",
it's time to be delivered from
the tension of the rolling drum,
the blindfold on, the masses thrum,
and someone, somewhere, cocks a gun.
"peace be still" is "peace be numb",
peace to be and to become
something more than just the sum
of all i've lost but thought i'd won.
of all the things that i've begun,
this, then, shall be the final one.
"it is finished" said the son,
completion can not be undone.