Misty ground and rainy skies, forever young inside my eyes.
Ghosts ever present, Undead hands on hill like terrain
Like sleep so long ago forgotten.
What can be said to green forever burning away?
What can be said to the excess by the have not?
Dissimilation from what my heart once knew...
Is separate equal or is the equality in the notion of what is equal?
Silent tears fall to be together on a lone face,
Father Canon jumps forth to take his place.
No leaky pipe tolerant unless be more than one
For to leak alone is to die unknown.
In walks triumph fast and true,
A friend to the wild that lurks within to calm my screaming soul.
I have the Victory!