Time Flows Downhill
Danger Will Robinson!
Danger!
The metallic voice of reason and rhyme,
a time so long ago but centuries ahead...
the dead don't listen to songs from so long ago,
prolonged by so much careless time
I grow.
Seize the Day!!
Choose!
The resounding sound of a magnanimous mouth,
seasoned by uncouth words and moods...
the lewd sight doth nothing but the terror invites,
the lights of the charging crime
incites.
Bear the Brunt!!
Refuse!
The magical voice through the whistling hammer falls,
calls to the most horrifying remembered dread...
I said it so many times before that I can't restore the past,
a casting of minds and a memory of the time
flows fast.
God help the Downcast!!
Strangers!
The sing-song summons of a Demon of the night,
or a sight far from black as the coarse light broods...
I take the blood of kings in my veins so insane the pain,
the flames of passion that skate back through this rhyme
and remains.