A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Elegance (Faith is Not Enough)
I want to drink you
Slide your soul over the fringes of a crystal champagne glass
And taste that sense of truth that is innate to your being
It has to be so soothing to know
Clerical to be so solid and material
But I’ve never known a declaration that didn’t hold a hint of
Self deception
The alcohol in the brew
–
I was a stranger in a strange land when your eyes tore the night apart
Green hearths of living flame
And you stood in your own shadow while you shined
3AM with some change
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Flying to the majority
Bat wings, leather clothes
Keepers of secrets
Dive to the channel of least resistance
I swear I believe in you
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