The Old

The old dragon speaks The Old Lie: There is honey in my jaws! No more must it hunt its prey The knights went extinct long ago And now the rats are happy to scramble slide fall to rise chase only to find teeth and sans life, sans everything. The old witch speaks The Old Lie: Toil and trouble, I'll let you in! Her house is sweet, and warmed by ovens. If water is poison, how then shall she die? And the children come like ants from colony without community growing falsely fuel-fat and water cannot quench a grease-fire. The old man speaks The Old Lie: Things were better once, we can bring hims back! Over-ripening citrus in the sun - fruta amarga Front tries to hide the rot with rind And we all lined up to say His is the power! His the glory! Hail the reborn lord! Hail the king of Casablanca! So help us God? So help us God