Confined by spandex
Heroics as villainy
Misses the damn point
Where are the monsters to go
When its all happy villains
I'll grant you this, kin
I too seek far darker shores
But I ask you now
Should I send the saint of blades?
Do you wish to see her work?
Things like seasons end
And if one cannot maintain
Then one must move on
Fall comes, a call for reaping.
Perhaps its time to cut true
The tower dark once
moved from city twinned to be
Beneath dominion
Shall I shake some foundations?
Ah, but my spelling is off
Old growth supplanted
New blood afraid of itself
Who turned on the lights
In this once tenebrous lair
Where we were comfortable?
There is flaw in thought
Of old growth and of new blood
Some founders softened
Talk of dark and light is how
We lost my belovèd gray
Not leaving for good
I cannot deny how these
Rose colored glasses
Made me who I am today
But fuck me, gang, I'm tired
Shake, as you will, and
Muddy waters far too clear
this dog? She needs rest
To feel again I think I
Need some dandelion fields
Summers grass for rest
Ah, perhaps with some shade then?
While words and drink gave
Exchanged for good company
A monster's renga party
