The Lord of delinquency doesn't have hate flowing through his veins
Nor anger and jealousy through his blood
Nor anger and malice in his saliva
he is a man that has been wronged
A man without faith
His ethos questioned
Love?
Honesty?
Loyalty?
As fat leeches go about their business
without any thought of the pain and suffering they have caused
Leeches are the Lords fatal enemies
Creatures that can't function on their own
Lazy..
selfish..
greedy..
desperate..
cold..
Ugly creatures
The lords body is full of their scars
It was upon his search for their remedy that the Lord was saved
Rampaging through the muddy lands
Striding through the baron woods
Looting the crowded cities
stampeding through the countryside
wading through the marshes
Then he stopped in his tracks
pulled up like a horse at a Grand national fence
reigned in by such beauty
A flower
Its green stems mirrored his green eyes
Its bright yellow petals, brighter than the sun above him
And the black seed as dark as the night sky
within a world of chaos and betrayal
beauty stood
He stopped and smelt its soft fragrance
Like lavender in a honey pot
The seed of love was planted once more in the Lords heart
Like a waterfall gushing down upon jagged rocks
As the river full of life and tranquility eased through natures banks
within the Lords heart the seed took shape
And he smiled as he knew Love may well soon blossom.
