At the end of the month
The end of a crusade
Lasting (for)four days
Like a toilet bowl flush
Three promises broken
Two hearts that were stolen
Five people are knowing
That one boy isn't golden
One night was a joke
A scheme diabolical
Two outrageous to be considered human
Ended with a kiss
And a dick on her lips
And a relationship twist
That was expunged the next day
Soot, burning of timber
The washing of waves over the boys face
Cleaning his mortal soul
Made his January jubilant
And his road paved with gold