New
Bluelight Crew
The Young King True in the Name of God
Wily as demons forcibly bound
Looks down from above while reaching out from below
Creating a barrier from which he relates
Anonymously famous, the outcast of outcasts
The words woven carefully to widen the world
Danced with the Devil on more than one neck
And loosens tensions on several spines
Visibly deceptive from every distance and angle
With warm, piercing eyes and a deep-drilling mind
If reality were wood, he is the jigsaw
Imagining the ways that the blade can curve
This King is but a despot alone
As a first among equals his true secrets lie
For without comparison there is no greatness
And his greatest powers are in belief and trust.
Wily as demons forcibly bound
Looks down from above while reaching out from below
Creating a barrier from which he relates
Anonymously famous, the outcast of outcasts
The words woven carefully to widen the world
Danced with the Devil on more than one neck
And loosens tensions on several spines
Visibly deceptive from every distance and angle
With warm, piercing eyes and a deep-drilling mind
If reality were wood, he is the jigsaw
Imagining the ways that the blade can curve
This King is but a despot alone
As a first among equals his true secrets lie
For without comparison there is no greatness
And his greatest powers are in belief and trust.
