The north is prickling with fears of power
The poor are lurking at the rich
The south is hurtling after mirages of hunger
Though the middle is the center of the notch.
A child is inverting the map
The east in the west…and the south in the north
A human with the mouth of a dragon, runs like a horse
The arrow darts in the air
Black as the night that wraps it hidden
Fast as the stealth light inside.
The spill enswathing the blue planet
And the fairy awaiting on the winding road
The wealth of the poles is behind the ice
That should melt to uncover the gold.
The fire of anger should rush through the dragon
To convert the blue into gold
Another sun shines in the horizons
Of another planet onboard.
« return.