Midas was my enemy,
A violent grip, on an old pen
Tossed it over for me to bend
Words for his twisted golden mind
The cursed King with all his riches
Wanted the prose for cure
A rhythmic rhyme to rid his shine
To end his touch of alchemy
I pitied the old man, his metallic
Skin, did send shivers down my spine
I offered a verse, reading and lips pursed
As 24 karats fell from his eyes
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Midas was my enemy,
A violent grip, on an old pen
Tossed it over for me to bend
Words for his twisted golden mind
The cursed King with all his riches
Wanted the prose for cure
A rhythmic rhyme to rid his shine
To end his touch of alchemy
I pitied the old man, his metallic
Skin, did send shivers down my spine
I offered a verse, reading and lips pursed
As 24 karats fell from his eyes
