Used, may be the marking
No worse for wear, is lied
But the boot was saddle broken
By the groomsman's darker side
Wreckage was that rainbow
Rolling hard from black to clear
Not a hint left on the sunrise
Dosn't mean the hell weren't here
At least not too long lasting
Snakes awake to justice cause
Heirlooms violent in their casting
Pre Ablutions for their paws
Retching vibes of subtle furies
Lovers beds in sync defiled
Pounds on these wicked worries
For what whom should be reviled
The past now bears an anchor
Chained up to history's tug
All the futures of love's dances
On the remnants of this rug
Shaking wrinkles from it's shadow
Look to sea and know the sun
But a warning from life's compass
To beware which waves you run
-Hermit King-
