In The Funereal Parade Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the funereal parade
The march goes on and on.

The sunset has switched off
The red dusk is now gone.

And night rules sovereign
Started the parade at dusk

And it continued in to night
And yellow-black in the moon’s light.

Ghost after ghost, shroud after
Shroud, all wail aloud.

The towns, the port, the sea sleep
The old Valletta forts sobbing weep.

One after one in chains bound
The ghosts and shrouds without a sound

March, march, on goes the night
Humans asleep or lovers out of sight.

And solemn the airy-fairy band plays
Funereal dirges and elegiac lays.

One after one in chains bound
The ghosts and shrouds without a sound

Silence! Silence! Long is the way
And far the Dawn and the new day.

The march continues though the wind
Rain and tempest rise and rattle round.

And till the Dawn
The march goes on and on.

The sunset has switched off
The red dusk is now gone.

And night rules sovereign

Till the Dawn.