Kingdoms Lost

Pushing through the piles of ash

Long ago did the fire quell this longing life

The smell ever present of chaos by words of cruelty

Be they false kings of snakes and women

The bronze crowns that sit on the heads of dead men

For no righteous words they speak

Poisoning wells from whence we drink

Watching crying mothers bury their heaven

Throwing charms to a flying dream

Streams of lost souls do we paint the horizons

At dusk do we see our two suns

Take me their in conscious stare

No cover be so blind to eyes that can’t shut

I see with new vision ever clear in the glass mirror

One for each to spy our true crime

Wonder like I never knew before

Come to me as I pull down the sky

Say goodbye and no kiss shall I find