Cracked and caked the streets secrete
Fumes that are frothy with a drip
Of stunning poison
A throne now gold cast in the moonlight
Whimpers with its King now dead; He
Was to be overthrown
And a gown sewn from hippo hides
Crocodile tongues and the forgotten memories
Of past elder's of lore
In the kingdom that bards are sheathed
With kisses from the Devil Himself
Note by note by note
Time pushes on without a need for us
We fill it but we are not necessary
Unless you think the later'
Cans of conquest rattle on the swords
Of barnacled men
Their ocean has washed up
The eye in him is heavy
The heart is still light
The soul gone
Long ago
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
Cracked and caked the streets secrete
Fumes that are frothy with a drip
Of stunning poison
A throne now gold cast in the moonlight
Whimpers with its King now dead; He
Was to be overthrown
And a gown sewn from hippo hides
Crocodile tongues and the forgotten memories
Of past elder's of lore
In the kingdom that bards are sheathed
With kisses from the Devil Himself
Note by note by note
Time pushes on without a need for us
We fill it but we are not necessary
Unless you think the later'
Cans of conquest rattle on the swords
Of barnacled men
Their ocean has washed up
The eye in him is heavy
The heart is still light
The soul gone
Long ago