Strange Plot

Six of them know but one will stay out
At the hour when no one would guess it could get that dark
The chill and the fear and the knowledge that it was not
Funny at all, that weird flight

And that's all mighty, mighty wings
Could be heard by one
By one with ears

And remnants of sour, sour feelings
Could be washed by one
Only with tears

The strange blood was with a little [?] at [?]
The beggars and the butlers and the wives were involved
And five out of six in the conspiracy
Were enough to wreck the whole thing

We held our weapons as if we were ready to rise
But none of us was willing to open our eyes

We held our weapons as if we were ready to rise
But none of us was willing to open our eyes