i remember you

before the fall…

before the winter…

there was the spring and i was a man…

warm and whole and complete…

a warrior bard with guitar and sword in hand…

my travels were long and varied…

my indulgences deep and rich and full…

and i remember it well..

i watch the sun slip behind the earth and night time comes with a sound…

my soul howls and longs for those heady nights…

lullabies from a time lost soothes the savage breast…

what could anyone ever see in me?

and those favored little slices of death reminds me…

no one gets out alive…