South

Ive gone to watch a rocket land

Test the borders by my hand

Find old friends far far away

Find new ones were ere I stay

Understand for what I fight

Tell the truth that fills the night

See and know "Say can you see"

Allow it now be mine for free

Wander forth before the pass

Carry faith beneath new glass

Know directions without sites

Feel reflections live delights

Speak to they who know of pain

Share the news of holy reign

Power filled by brand new ways

Now become these better days

Speak of fathers speak of sons

Speak in tune with holy ones

Love become my trail of tears

Joy to last the test of years

Should I go down along my way

To where you cant upon this day

With poem I left our world intact

I love you so indeed and fact

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/64TjzuxG5PJ7payjphrOC0?si=94e1BUUDS9-AHLACFNQfTQ

A Sinners Hand

My great fear is

having the payout for my sins 

being, last to leave, 

all alone, 

in the purest truth of 

such a quiet, quiet mourning. 

A final good hand and kiss 

Before turning the table

would have been nice.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dMKF9V0QrSTwhCUAEqCQv?si=9unJozGjRruwOnmhRBfg0g

The Black Rose Queen

In the realm of hearts, where passions reign,

There a black rose queen with a heart of disdain.

Her jester, a man of jest and mirth,

Bound to her whims, seems destined from birth.

When her brow would furrow, the world must halt,

As she wields her emotions, with a thunderous vault.

The jester dances, to a delicate ballet,

Appeasing her whims, night and day.

"It's simpler to yield," the jester sighs,

As he sees her tears, and hears her cries.

"She's never at fault," he sadly concedes,

As he tends to her needs, fulfilling her leads.

But one fateful day, a challenge appears,

With a gleam in it's eye, and no trace of fears.

It captures her gaze, her heart aflutter,

Leaving the jester in a state of utter.

Game over, he thinks, as he watches them dance,

The queen's attention on a new romance.

For he knows within, deep to his core,

He was a puppeteer's toy, nothing more.

So heed this warning, all who dare,

To enter such kingdoms, to play in such lairs.

For the black rose queen plays a dangerous game,

She'll leave you broken, in sorrow and shame.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0iAl3KElI8PxLbAa2h7yDN?si=BVes1Zl-SQqi5sMiIlKHig