In This Day
I’ll speak to which the sun hath spoken
I’m awakened by fears that warm me to this present day
In the wake of my youth I’ve invoked my dreams
And lived alive…hoping to resolve these things
So I endeavor, to the letter, to be verbose about whatever!
And dance to the whims of those who chant upon the weather
To the core I am beauty…I am a son unborn
Guarded in my womb, comforted by the décor of my tomb
To make the heretics swoon, while the just reclaim their thrones
And over throw the miscreants that invade my home
And for a song, I throw pence, to relive my many wrongs
And enjoy what the heart hath fed, and whose body craves warm.
