Muse
Oh, lovely boy, what is it that you desire?
To incite the rage of man, and set the world afire?
Redraw the map and claim your crown?
For no pursuit is higher?
What a web of dreams you dream,
the kingdom of a spider.
Oh, lovely boy, how soundly could you sleep?
If you've heard the prayers I've heard, and seen the women weep.
Redraw the map and claim your crown?
And ALL the gold, you'll keep?
What a tragic hole you dig,
you'll never know how deep.
Oh, lovely boy, want words of mine to hear?
Drop the sword from calloused hands, and hold a woman dear.
Redraw the map and claim your crown,
with your Queen that will be near.
For nothing more is precious in life,
than wiping joy caused tears.
Copyright © Ian Minto | Year Posted 2008
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