Gord

2018-01-09 07:37 am

Calculated lies of mitigation,
Circumventing a sky, of no direction,
Stars without conviction, shy to glow.
Mine to hold, like guy insecure,
They lie themselves, of times of old.
 Of Starlight swung across the shores,
However permanent their sky azure.
Like fire burns, administered thrones,
A King burns, as his kingdom below.
Too hot to be stolen, too hot to hold,
Yet hands like cold, death incarnate.
Lies foretold of fellowship honest,
History written of crying sole.