Lions on a Main
Do what’s morbid, like a twisted string around my neck, kissing black sails while watching ships quietly wreck.
The cries of hopeless human demise, clouds bring a cover to shade this grace of lies.
We are kings, lords of a nation.
This cliff we stand on harbors death.
Our crowns darken against the winds.
Manes flowing in this eerie storm.
Hear us call upon the deafening mist, let the water swallow your ship with our approving kiss.
Repentance cannot save your faithless heart, commanding the sea to commit it’s dreary part.
Waves crash against rock.
The fleets cripple on our main.
Us kings watch with all of our grace.
Imagine sea and stone and nothing more, Lions on a main, Kings left in mythologic lore.
We all know what lies beneath our wooden beds, the sun dims as skies turn violent red.
Whisper in my ear, follow child for it’s a task of dread, can’t you see I listen but disobey upon what you said.
Close your eyes.
Follow my quiet sighs.
Is it truth or religious lies?
Don’t close your eyes as we walk on water, this ocean wave listens to the man called King and Father.
But under sea level I stare for the angst delivers, don’t call to me, I am bow, useless without the quiver.
Can you dear man see our skies turn bloodied red?
The walkable sea drowns those who sleep in anxious beds.
I thirst for acceptance as you offer calming peace, the one beneath wishes we all step down, violently cease.
Here me speak upon how you once gave lambs spiritual hope, now their uncertain ideology hangs from where we hung our ropes.
I am but a human.
Men and the bones of Women.
Red skies and changing seas.
Truths or Lies, Love or Sin.
I’ll step on water my dear friend.