Serenade me Oriental
Just like he used to do
Apollo of Calliope
Bastard ‘neath the stare
While the other worldly
Lord of song
Crowns himself to state
And you looking
Blankly on
This tunnel is the homicide

I wear the sweeter cross
The prize unto a sole
Mine is the kingdom
Holier than thine

My player of the caution
Do you stop to reconsider
If the winds would stand your ground?
Could you slice away the filmy shot
And see yourself beyond?
Does God’s campaigner,
Sign his heart
Wielding not the pages
But the word?
Contradictions here are nigh

Insignificant stagger of Minos
Twitter in my palm
How could piercings so clichéd
Bestow to you the Vision?

I could be seen as blooming
But Echo’s place is looming
I stamp finality
Never with you
Coronation too adaptive
Now even he will die

Artful polygamy
So altered to a law
And for once
He didn’t lie