Contempo

In line formation with a quaint response formidable Contempo Chase the wind in cinder appeal apposed to action The make believe pen on a blade of steel Choices being made having great response played Marked on its torn blotted page, The call of the wild a little child Looking after storm clouds bow With a pillage to the plow in heightened drama The band played on for your honor, The scene again filled with bright colors in fashion. The notion of them grasping & sharing, What on Earth was she wearing? Contempo As a Warhol scene within its designer mean influx The thought of stone pillars erected in soaring heights with plight A song bird soars in the night & then A whisper of the loom in want or that of heat? Contempo A societal attribute in longing to appease The rational lingering to please One day soon all will have to bow the knee In dire worthy honor to our maker The thought of a caped crusader, In champion we learn to reflect. A notion of a song in sorted reflect Upon silence toward a want to fulfill a given need While the world outside longs to see you bleed Yet by faith we are captivated by the smile The hung feature of a lonesome child Nestled in a cradle apart from the wild.