Right On Top

It mean

changes

turn of time

 

appearing

stoned out my

mind…

 

Crafted light

whispering sight

dawn’s early

rise, dreamt well after

midnight..

 

Twelve golden Knight’s

escort..   But!  One human…

Walking down main street

within their shimmering starlight

of the dancing night…

 

Reclaiming stillness

of sight,

revenged pole burning

pain…

Pay back twichity

twitch…

 

Price one pays

for

a hundred worlds!

Silver ship guiding

those memories of my future

day’s…  We’ll be

on our way….

 


Right On Top

Right On Top

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