Sliding down the slope of
desire,
Riding on the rope strung high,
Travel among the stars tonight.
The blur of my trail, lost to
the wind,
Toward the fortress of treasures
and sin,
Gasping for breath and feeling
the cringe.
Daylight burns as time starts to
fade,
The peers grown dim for shelter
to stay,
Suddenly everything seems too
late.
Drown in the darkness of shadow
cast free,
Sailing the legends with gods at
my feet,
A moment of glory for the
serpent to bleed.
Feel the fire roar
Flames of the pour
The piercing floor
A knock at the door.
Time to give rise
To all I despise
A word to the wise
Watch were he lies
Too late to withdrawal from
waves of the torch,
A soul is worn thin and the
other is scorched,
Another step forward there’s
surely a fort.
Blessed oasis to lessen the
load,
At least a herdsman for
direction to be shown,
Salvaged as wishes, dreamt
tomorrow.
Colonel Sanders