Sky overhead not yet black but the darkest blue,
Here silencer comes scarlet in rage knowing this one is true,
Praying’ over and sword is sheathed not even one angel to see me through ,

I watch the judge with envy green in greed’s eyes,
Crowd’s passion’s burnt out orange, lost on the oldest lies,
As he buys lost destiny back from fallen death ties,

Buried dead and defeated in earth’s solid brown,
Head flowered in corn gold this world’s forgotten crown,
May I know that his backwards is forwards and up, down,

The crunch sound of trodden on innocence white,
Powerful seems the black but he always had more bite,
Come all that you are, come you are all that is light.

His Passion……..

Originally posted on http://tairngir.tumblr.com/page/68