my once daily sheets hit blunt trails to find hazy leaves
plainly deceived, I complain but remain asleep
seasoned pages, priests and sages put peppers in the trees,
collections of heat compressed in copper sinks to be brought as offerings
quickly eaten by mobs chasin that first high,
I still wonder if it was worth my daughter's birth price
authorities will be the first to deny it,
two faced, thirsty pirates
legendary liars setting fires to derail native pilots
even sailing blinded my kinsmen are hungry Lycans,
heightened senses
shedding light on the tiniest evidence in hidden sight