Braile

 
I see you on the horizon
in violence sparking
you're playing with words again
yes, I can see...

tricky little metaphor
provoking the verb
colliding with intent

I watch closely then not at all
choosing not to see
I don't want to play today

the powers that be know me
I know them well
legions will ride or die
I am well-guarded
secreting my visions

weeping epiphanies I succumb
communicating with stars
you will never know their language
it is a language of nuances
a code you can't crack

so exalt yourself on your black throne
with the knowledge your void is voiceless to me