Wells and Jewels

WELLS AND JEWELS In the unforgiving scuffle to survive survival We find ourselves, devils to our rivals On and on, so goes the story But nobody knows when the hero falls The reign of saints made a fable By monsters breaking free of their shackles Monsters crawling off their dungeons. Streams of gold run in our blood, And today, you and I... Are the wells the monsters want to drink from We are the wine that clears their throats The wine that makes louder their roars Yes! Our blood stains their claws Before You and I can feed the leeches Will feed the monster's riches In the sheer stampede to flee the killer's canines We plunge deep into a metamorphosis that makes us killers You and I will din from the same table Thereafter, stain our cutlery with the cream of each other's blood Round and round turns the gear of the growing seasons Yet the crop of love remains barren Elephants we are in the room But the room is too big and we seem too small Should the arrows of food chain point right at me You will find me waiting at the dinning table