Poem: Sol Bright Centropy's Soul Song

Sol Bright Centropy's Soul Song (Poem)

My Soul is so bright, as we align
I ask for you, do you find me benign?
Widdling away the shadows gauze
While we stop to pause

We do not dare to see who defies
Bowing kowtow eyes
Breaking beneath the mean
Cut the sunlight's vane

Draw the eye
Do I amuse you
Yes yes I do

Drawing fate in the sky
As I try to consume the eye
Golden lines dictate fate
As we dare not sleep late

Princes, Kings, Emperors, Lords
Beggars, Liars, Villains, Hordes
All churning to the clamorous cacophony
a choir of lies gives us epiphany

Bite the eye
Do I amuse you
Yes yes I do

lay down the line
Make it oh so fine
draw it in dark
Make the contrast stark

color it in bright
See the sun and take a bite
Chasing horses into the dark
I shall take the eraser to my heart

Swallow the eye
Do I amuse you
Yes yes I do