Sun over the hills
barely there but
you still spark.
Wickedly mocking my every move
state your motive or give it up.

I can tell by that look in your eyes
that you mean trouble
but the aura in the moon
is hazey.
Can't read my mind but
neither can Houdini.

I search for nirvana
and attain immortality
don't waste his time or
blood and wine ye shall dine..

Sweat and Wastelands...