I grow tired of traffic and noise

and of silence that annoys

where are the songs that rejoice?

it was cast away

forlorn hope of one's escape

a ninja star's life

in the ocean

ashen-faced men

will ken their lives

the knives of fate

abate mercy

weather-beaten

huntsmen of York

uncork bottles

damsels serve them

mayhem ensues

I dropped a coin in the wishing well

wondering if a dime could come true

its the thing to do when thoughts are about you

and honestly what more can I do?

they told me to follow my dream

to see where it would lead

so I followed it down a stream

where many a heart did bleed

and nothing is ever as it seems

in places where the moonlight gleams

bella donna dances

among burning branches and bone

her loves, cut from brimstone,

gaze upon her moonstone necklace,

seek to cut to the chase

her leather and her lace they seek

she dances. her mystique,

gripping the hearts of weak lovers,

nothing more than adders,

rich men like beggars for chances

to rise from the ashes

their lust consumes, blazes, then fades

to the ocean

a burdened soul

driven; the blues,

much valued, will

rescue her heart

then depart on

the art of the fading sun

sleep is coming hard

its like I'm on guard

and something is going down

I don't want to be around

to see it coming

I hear music

a mythic song

lyric of joy

its alloy hard

but softened by the voice of a bard