My Ol’ Foe

He has returned my ol’ foe

He has arrived for the fight taking place tonight

But before I return to the light ever so white

I must let him know that my soul is covered with snow

My feet are now open toed, and it will be his blood that flows gushing to snow

It is he who will fall, for I have fallen once or twice before

I have bowed my head and knees to the floor

so as his evil spirit begins to pour

Let it begin to even out, that is the score

We agree to meet in a social tidy, where the positive energies are so mighty

I caught his eye as he caught mine, I yanked my spear ever so fine

To prepare for the terrible fight

What he did next boggled my mind, he grabbed a lead pipe, then poured me some wine.

At first it tasted bubbly and kind, but just as I began to unwind, I'd come to find

That was no damn wine. Furthermore, it was the core of the solar plexus of time

We’re in the moons.

The blue-black sheet grew ever closer as the gleaming white stars formed the razor-sharp teeth from the rabid beast that would have my soul for his tasty feast

As the monster makes his fatal swallow his colorful gaggers act as daggers, as the fear of excitement begins to wallow in the pit I begin to fall oh where the binds of time begin to lagger until their existence floats away on that feather that’s blowing me to stormy weather the lightning pierces my thoughts with all might power my earthly mind it begins to sour

Hippy flower flip. That’s the trick to enlightenment I realize this wonderous miss your light inside my earthly hide dissects color into my extra eye and for the very first time I begin to see life between the lines that space confines, it is now that realize this is the magical night that love begins to amplify my mortal life and I will not hide it or fight it nor will I be violent for this is the night.. that hate.. Well, it falls silent

We’re in the moons

Where there's no saddle for your cattle no creatures to hear your tunes

So, let's start the battle

Throw your knives and draw your sword drop your lines and play your chords

For I may be thin, but I assure you I will win

I throw all I've got sadly it's just not enough

For you are mighty and tough

But wait, there's just one trick left up my cuff

Leave we do not you and I

You ask why

Haha

let me explain my dearest foe.

Yander we shan't ever go to see

For you

Are me.