Angels Dwell In Harmony
Were we the last of twilight to succumb,
forever something to become -
shameless of the reckless wheel,
spinning still an eternal deal.
We are masters of our fate,
witching hour inside the gate,
ignore the magic or just wait?
The whitest glow, the purest blunder
spiteless now of Kali's hunger -
a temper tempest worthy of Thor's thunder.
The ox's eyes have not a wonder;
would be a shame for love to sunder.
Angels dwell in harmony,
no need for plated armory.
Cupid with his twisted archery -
once inside it strikes an artery,
revealed as a radiating Valkyrie.
So spin the wheel of fortune,
set the hooded demons arm in motion,
if only there were such a potion,
skin smoother than from any lotion.
The brightest pearl in all the ocean.
My ancestry digs the grave,
not even a shovel allowed the knave.
The jack of spades acutely taught,
thirty silver of Judah's bought.
To live again as life is fear,
in your soul I'll find that tear,
with my reflection in the mirror.