Iron Hide
We come to claim our stolen heart that lay at sea
Torrents of Blue spelled doom for Doctor Manhattan on Conie
One thousand leagues guard his underwater cemetery
Pardons we parson all creatures to surround the Underlings
Roth be his wrath of the belated Knighthood of Viking
Divination mediations see what patients their wraiths to sin
Awaiting the wild to hunt all defiled by Olympia and those rings
The Ancient of one did give the fallen crown to a boy who just begins
I give thee Lord King no trinket but leaders of kingdom we never can sell
Not of crowns that bathe in golden ground so heavy of heads that fell
Of Wolf his William be legend of all who know to tell
Games of names need not change any tolling of that bell
Erased all traces by orderes distaste for he be the poorest of Lords
Armed of his paw mighty roar be applause at every premiere of dawn
Trees marked with Claw waiting sound from spores on Mexico’s horn
City of sand that once did stand with not one flag but towers of man
Shall ask no debt of brothers damned for all have walked through their land
What is taken shall be returned to home and land
Hands upon earth they left this curse taking flesh as pockets of sand
Our breath flows west on chests hear this oh friends of death
Jury of Men held court before rights ever bled from the dead of heads
They shall rise through the falling stones to cross this clay you left
None shall judge he who lay unjust in lawful word of crime
Have not but one lived such lie to plead the judicial assignment of time
Come my immortals take the pledge to avenge blood taken as wine
Told of word not woven in death drinking fools the drunkard lies
Little hands holding lids under land shall not be denied of day
Hope need not be memories yearning for times better have stayed
Exhiled from light for no grace befell thy hell, his opening act of dying
Darkness did such inquire of his Highness First of the Dyers unexpired
Sired by Shires instated Statesmans appointed council over trials of liars
Thy Harons of Baron from Bartholomew and Bathory accused of abuse in life yet transpired
For none be higher than he who Knighted Ethos in fire
Admired by wilds of science be us Druids of fluid the shadows little child inside
Fists that never miss we turn wrists of Tiger Pride
Drafting Lovecraft in Anarchisms finest scarred laugh of memoirs
Witchery dickens oh Plisken not missing his eggs in kitchens chief staff of calm
Torn with rage to cage the page of Lions
Replacing his Lycans lost in Leon the Kings Court crying
Proposed by posted appointments upon his former Queens throne the spear of scorched earth now dying
Leagues he did teach to never overreach but balance their naught of claw
Pride and prejudice these tools such fools wage war upon us Men so poor
Petal of lily shan’t we the wildlings be of your grace to have one final rising of your undying
Decimus Colossus Meridus first Knight of Meridian lay in his field of hearts crying
Rome of old stone made from African bone stolen in brick taken of her lions
Silent of sound growled in hush their towns crowd ever beguiling
Rows of raucous tones under open domes how they threw down his rose dying
Gather splattered earthly matter for upon this day we play the spinning crown
Aurelius first Mage of Plagus does now play his degrees of seperation towns
Noble wear thy royal gown from Headingly his melody drowned Jesters crested best hounds of proud
Even clouds that sat on walls came down with such dread ever said of sound
What chokes surely must provoke the knowingly flowing ones below towns
Wallow thy fairest swallow, Maiden of birds such had flown from towers hallowed
Played strings in steps down bending rain to sound his chorus of Gallows
It cannot rain all the same if her name be not crows in Spain but of Sparrow
Fields I plant of thee do gift he Centurion his rose on meadows Meacham
Rows shall grow to owe no Emperor of his abode your final Elysium
We left Rusty his Crow of snow below the standing bones under thy hallowed coliseum
Veiled sight need not of light over dark Knight does circle two of one eyed crow
Meadows sown for his love be atoned in shining Meridian of yellow glows
No cross does lurch upon thy Shepard who herds those of every church
Sunken treasure lost Azteca never surrender my name held in dirt
They have risen those perched in prison their kingdom of worms and earth
Await predators of Helon no pretender be her royal guard of Spaniard
Walk from treason through seasons with skulls of Krull playing all names of Hamlet
Cheers for Fenrir the Balkan Valkan he his own steed be such word to howl if ever heard
East meets West in questing who wish to test his best fur against any word
Told thy greatest story for better purpose in works of a bird
