Ancient Tombs

Architects of the summer glazed  sky
turning utter blackness
into feather dyed lights.  

Mask  covered Angels generating
a lost generation through courses
of laminated blossoms.

Demons compiling insecure list
of thunder and light-years
busking head first
within camouflaged fueled dreams.
(pray you're life away )

He said my worst enemy
would be my empty handed savior
walking the dead carved desert
in search of tomb filled kings .