Electric City Madness
Electric city never sleeps
mocking angels sift what seems
The bell tower of compromise rings
strange is the night
blessed is the night
taking refuge in cosmic dream
the poverty of gold
a mortgaged soul
we have an audience to our drama
Kind sir do you have straight jackets for the guests?
Have you seen the way she is dressed?
Sunset slips into eternity
neon black velvet night
will you be near when our palace is under siege
warm and free
tell me your guarded truth golden haired princess
what do you fear?
We bring black loin cloth for tear
and tell great stories
celebrating the dead passions of the Knight
that is reborn in a field of delicate violets as
joy and prayer surround the murder's death.....
© 2010 Michael Achilles