It's nice to be a busy little bee
stops me thinking to much about me
for all I do is work my cotton socks off
to be the one I want to be

Is it hard for me, no me thinks not
just part and parcel of being a poet
you have to push forward and never look back
and care not for any silly snide attacks

The green flag has fallen to my feet
the petals of Gods blessings have called
to the glory of sweet poetry
I lay waste to my lords path to meet me

Then in the shadow of the Neon sun
I will kneel to my lord and kiss his feet
for he is my flagship of pure light
and I will always honour him

How much war can I take
far more then you could ever know
for I fight in blazing skies
and deep frozen snows

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris