Solemn Weaver-Master Plan
By yours truly (Lady Larauje)
life long phases are striking dark chords
on luminous entwined drawing boards
theyre in for all and out for the kill
navigating poisons is quite the thrill
the hunter is breathless, enchanted
by a timeless arrow implanted
in his chest of elapsed bright sorrows
now dripping the blood of lost tomorrows
a crevice in a stone chapel sings
locusts to sleep, while an angel brings
him back to visions fluid with sound
while the sea baron dreams of a warm warm ground
the phases are alluring coat racks
in halls dimly lit with the blues and blacks
to hang your garments and represent
humanity seeking where god went
howl to no repsonse until a few
filled with blessings and warranted true
once this and nevver that
sends us two, sealed with
post fate wax and amber glue
