Bitter Blizzard

Heard a lot of things through the grapevine Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine All my hours feel so close To the kiss of morning Though sky’s morose And the clouds are mourning Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe All the wayworn souls by that river won’t forget me Frozen In the bitter blizzard that’s called Wisdom Build a brazen movement Then a kingdom You lost reverence Because of close proximity Your residence Is in the bowels of normalcy Sages eaten Know I Do keep a pen in my vicinity Able to knight a willing subject Upon a bended knee Don’t vie For my vantage point, unpreparedly ‘Cause you might be harrowed By the things your inner eyes will see Pick a card Wonder who you’ll meet upon the boulevard Of your dreams Met the Reaper just the other day The scenes with themes Macabre Are embedded in my very seams Abracadabra Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems Speak too much truth Gotta lie low Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo I feel craft is the lotion to dryness When you next address me You may utter words: Your Highness Frozen In the bitter blizzard that’s called Wisdom Build a brazen movement Then a kingdom