I paint quietly my admiration
of your kind and silent coronations
watching your spears rise upright
as if a porcupine queen released her spines

You could be so untouchable
without your soft smiling eyes
with every swagger of indifference
I see that they are all flippant lies

Do not kid a kidder
do not rely on facts
I do not go by your rules
versatile are my tracks

In English lanes of high standing
I walk with the quiet men
and to the valley of fools
we are deemed to truly end

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris