30 MAR 2018 AT 12:49

I hear the battle drums
& the charging trumpets
It bails like a thousand tusks
Powered by the winds from a fall
Beneath the ranks of the clouds
Like a thundering applause
From a cheer of probbing lots
I am really sober
The walls are growing thick
& the skies have forgotten heights
My rib cage shrink in a squeeze
For the wedge is all I see
Head on without care
For there is a legacy to preserve
& a will to be made flesh
A true king in his dispare
Tell the visit of the gods
Yet in the midst of challenges
His crown never dies

- Al pavlo