Plush cushions for a wood green hut Indigent, arrogance, and Omniscience
Learned counterpart owned the seats Grey, humble, Shamen
Pure fear, unmoving in his discourse
Pure love, uplifting in his seat
Time calls for action. Was he willing?
Yes--preparation inside the wood tree hut.
Inside the young man’s mouth Chewed a taste of bubble gum worn out
For one hour they waited Sitting comfortably, and waited
Blood Red skinned Demons peel off the roof Razor Talons swinging Razor Talons scratching at our young man’s head.
Our shamen waits, unmoving, calming, and encouraging
Inside his breath was a spell. To calm, and quell any foe. A cool breath froze the winged ******* Sending them back to where they came
Time passes A mind now healed like a band-aid covering a wound His mind was pulled closer.
Our young man returned his eyes to the wood green hut Seeing the old man, smiling for his own part A street-wide smile was sent back Leaving the seat he thanked him with complete Love for each other, and all mankind