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Knights and Daze

I'm your knight and you're my squire
you cut the branches I'll build the fire
the fire of love as death lights up your face
the moon above speaks in runes of all lost causes
and nazi ruins as pity drapes so fairly over space
I'm your congress you're my court undignified
in love's blood sport as sordid fingers delve
your spoiled flesh deep dyed form the whimples
creeping in poppy meadows we die sleeping
with far too many dreams that we can't control
then you strike out so viciously forgetting your
past history that vulgar honor more ore less
equal to me all our rhymes break their
sequence crass and burn in their pretense
as your plague pages engulf our story
torn by your own monstrous self
the blackened nun ingested by hell you conquer
and divide my skin coventry ooooh ooooh

life past wishing for future
speak the truth oh what's the use
as we just sit and watch the days
cave in (repeat out)

we carry our goodbyes on the
back of our broken dreams

©2014, Timothy James Swenson