All your charm won't be enough
To swing that rod out the same cyan pond
It fed itself full of plastic love
Faith or renegade?
He won't be reasoned with
Set a trap then sway anew
One loop us and teeth for two
Leader of the pack, she-wolf
With his slings he laid
Fixed upon its prey
Hide the skin by closed mouth grin
Trembling legs and tongues therein
It wheezes dust from both your lungs
A feather on the bed
Gorged with coronet
So gatherer twining sprigs around her spinal row
This spring it's time to make them blades all shine
A castellated prime for those heartless swines
They will acknowledge my presence, alright
As orion lanterns align
“that's our boy”
Once of peers now an astral sign
He stood by his clubbed and guarded mimicry
While she has a feel of quiet certainty