Sword in hand as she lunges.

Way to go me,
It is smart and time for tea
So we drink and so it is
The thoughts of deeper thoughts
Of our soul
But then agree
Or heavens be aloud
Where in silence she screams
He calls
Time ticks to silence
All is in a state of fun
Darkness differs
As it wispers.

To dance in may
wear the the color gray
For it is colder than April in a way
The sun is breathing
As it's heart is beating
My mother rotating
All is not lost
All is not lost
As lightning
Burns a hole in my feet.