In the depths of dungeons lurking
Is my shadow king usurping
Slurping sanguine sassafras
And burning angel demon grass
By stalking silently seductive
Slithering in self-destructive
Tendencies to reconvene
The soaring solace sky serene
And maiden Nature, Mother Earth
To father only peace's birth
To sow my secret garden seed
Across the universes freed
And feed the stars with sacred shines
A shrine to broken valentines
Still beating like a wildebeest
And musing as the lions feast
On pages ripped to shreds in search
Of heights for suicide to perch
Then spread its Daedalus invention
In an Icarus dimension
Where the sun creates the truth
And I spit serpents sharing fruit
Of labors more divine than God
To mortals more machine than flawed
All interlocked existence gears
In chainsaws of their deepest fears
A wasteland of the world to come
Should their young leaders not try some
Of the peoples' right to hear it
Symphonies of human spirit
Painting green in all its blue
With surging crimson passion hue
And seeing through the veil of void
To paradise not yet destroyed
By those who read these words and think
This ink is not the strongest link