The marble that adorned my temple
now cracks and shudders
the pillars now lean to fall
all that will be left will be rubble

Don't miss this foolish Joker
as he dances like a manic
soon he will ****** off
to be just food for crows

The frost of spring mornings
the chimes of teardrops
the mutterings of the poor
and the poor being me

If should kind circumstance
make haste to my pain
make my living a blessing
on the outland of time
then so be it


BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris