By The Drifter From Heaven
A bended knee beneath a crown of light,
My head is bowed in its kingly delight,
My soul is nourished in its royal feast,
And in each serving a chance of release,
The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view,
The broken fissures are now born anew.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
By The Drifter From Heaven
A bended knee beneath a crown of light,
My head is bowed in its kingly delight,
My soul is nourished in its royal feast,
And in each serving a chance of release,
The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view,
The broken fissures are now born anew.