12 November 2008

A Moon, A Man, An Art

I have written before I came
Into your countenance I steal your thoughts
Now the river turns upstream
As I bleed into my brain
Than order the slaves to give me slaves
Now the current insecure
I take my notes below for light
Restore the faith of ages to an army
Now is hastefully late for promises
Live your lights in my mind
Before your tithing brings you to wake