the watchers

 
drawn in my tears are my magic of faith
if you can dream it you can bring anything into being
sanctifying the moment with prayers offered to the listening silence
my voice chants in rhythm with my heart drumming

my desire is to be free someday
beset in my own courtyard
I rise to greet my oppressors
they are so much like family now

legion...legal evil

I've been paying close attention to their rituals
I understand the laws of logic
I also respect their knowledge

twisting the words I know the penalty
my vow inside my sacred hope
is kept hidden like my soul's name

I will never reveal my art to the watchers