swear it. by the old and the new
will walk through this fire and shred
the common like sheep in Winter.
trials of the eel never taint the old way
but bring promise to the new
stings of truth in gorge of the outer rim
taste the fruit of our adventure
swear it. and i’ll ride along side
until the grey rules the mane above my brow
and the eyes sink towards the Earth
the old will rise along the moon
and the new will rule this world
as we did.
swear it. and I’ll curse this time
with one last try
in your lying goodbye
till our time runs dry.
Saint's Muse 