Thursday, January 30, 2014

the horse king


The King Snake
He takes his bow soon enough
He spins his tales
The poison darts fly

It is how we take
The moments we get hit
Will we live in peace?
Will there be a stinging pain?

The King Snake slides around
Taking back his belonging
Tidying up his space
He has given his best

So he thinks he has
The intense religious hiccups
The costs rising hurting pockets
He can only look taking his leave

The Wooden Horse King
Gallops down to take his place
Breathing fire knowing he has much to do
The calm body the eyes of concerned

By midnight of the hour
The Wooden Horse King ascends the throne
He can't have his honeymoon
The Snake King leaves too much poison

The Horse year
The race to make it
With so many hurdles on the field
It will not be smooth galloping

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