No greater fear than the neighborhood witch,
a woman so vile she makes the devil twitch.
So care must be given when scratching the itch,
the girl next door who the body so rich.
Discovered you’ll be and the cry you’ll ditch,
“I know your mother” and sure she’ll snitch.
Pocket of credit for some coward’s fun,
down through the streets we wearily run.
By shadows hid the deed is done,
all who chase are all outrun.
Worry not for the loaded gun,
for that who we seek is only one.
Robot riddles it speaks to stun,
the score is made, the game is won.
Pleasure aplenty in the new day’s sun,
an automated drug dealer for everyone.
There we stood as diligent caretakers of a forgotten castle,
where the parapets protected the dimmed lights of our chambers.
Mortared stone crumbled through the night as the bombarded
garrison surrendered life and limb to the ruthless hosts of doom.
Failing through time and space the weapons of our making
turned against us as the coming dawn ran from the night.
One we sent to chase it back, the son of mourning himself.
And all sorrow wept as the lost dreams of tomorrow rode away.
Devil take hand’s plans and cut the arm
of the remote director’s worst wishes.
He is that which has sinned and begs
for your pertinent arrival at his door.
Silhouettes of the sunken ships of past
horrors float on the sea of his making.
See the storm that rises over the horizon
and shreds the timbers to the shape of
the handle which he bars from turning.
Let none in but those who sail alone,
irrespective of reflections within the ocean
of false truths that crescendo with Luna.
Blind destruction retreats and returns
as the helpless many watch without warning.
Shame on the watchman who knows not
when the immovable tide is breaking.
Ego speak my mind’s wit to thee end,
find broader prisons for your passions,
and leave me be with the voices within.