Silver tongues are with more than rotten bones
My mind decays in golden lapses
Render me tense moments of comfort
This wood creaks from my weight
Carry your shoulders to the stroke of midnight
Bring the North Star to the intended shores of fortune
Gold coins lay in wait
Black sand holding gems
Stilling the night in its faces
Ah,
But a poet's tongue
Is worth more
Than dragon hoards
And a Wolf's
Parade