Absent Minded

Miscreate of the underworld

You must need some direction
my how you've stumbled this way
take the distress off your shoulders
and offer to humble me my friend.
You must have been off on some adventure
chasing star in the night sky
you must have been out there stalking shadows
and accusing their alibis.
What now miscreate?
have you nothing to say?
hear me speak under the pale lit moon
while the madmen sway.

Here is your direction
now be off on your way
take your stressers
that you've placed upon my shoulders
now nimbly walk away.
Take your adventure and offer me no solstice
chase the winged chariot on fire
and don't stop running till you're home
What now miscreate?
something else to say?
hear yourself speak under the pale lit moon
while the madmen sway.

Take my hand and slither quietly
undress my soul
it is yours to thirst
bid your time in the underworld
you will be here for the worst of this world.


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Miscreate of the underworld

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