Part Ii

Whilst listening out for the pitching and cresting frequency of the turbines and blades from the wind farm upon Frankenstein's castle on the hill Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet dancing the breeze from the inside out of a green mile prison bar I want I wish I cast my net like a fisherman in famine times from the whence the sun comes up and later drops As this years crops have failed the once plentiful fertile soil is now gathering up dust underfoot from the elders dancing and pleading to God to save the day and for the rain to come So gather all yee faithful Put on and dress up in your Sunday best Spray yourself in floral scent And let the world outside relent And only for a minute if you can Find and depress the off button And switch off your computer please And let it sleep as well For it's you i have come to visit and see And take a journey of discovery and revisit back to the future past to a foreign time not so long ago To a land where people used to take the time to stop and talk and enquire of one another something as simple as How are you and all of yours doing Are you in fact ok Is everything alright We have all the time in the world You now have my complete attention Give this dog a bone I don't bite I promise I will only patiently listen to you dictate and tell your story in which or whatsoever manner of your choice And together we can write the poem of your life in word's this far Because if not now than when is this world in more need of real life super heroes Who do not feel the need to hide behind mask's or wear a suit or cape in order to do good They battle weary face a sword with the only armour disposed know unto them to wield A heart infused with truth , purity and innocence a pen and 1 left and 1 right long sleeve To write this stain in permanent coagulating blood Enjoy your victory whilst it lasts For you not only do you know what you have done Nor not the consequences of what is to come that can never be undone That fate alone for you awaits Because all I know about life is that it's fleeting all of us are merely visitors passing through Whilst death on the other hand Isn't