Bitter Blizzard

Heard a lot of things through the grapevine

Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine

All my hours feel so close

To the kiss of morning

Though sky's morose

And the clouds are mourning

Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe

All the wayworn souls by that river won't forget me

Frozen

In the bitter blizzard that's called

Wisdom

Build a brazen movement

Then a kingdom

You lost reverence

Because of close proximity

Your residence

Is in the bowels of normalcy

Sages eaten

Know I

Do keep a pen in my vacinity

Able to knight a willing subject

Upon a bended knee

Don't vie

For my vantage point, unpreparedly

'Cause you might be harrowed

By the things your inner eyes will see

Pick a card

Wonder who you'll meet upon the boulevard

Of your dreams

Met the Reaper just the other day

The scenes with themes

Macabre

Are embedded in my very seams

Abracadabra

Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems

Speak too much truth

Gotta lie low

Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo

I feel craft is the lotion to dryness

When you next adress me

You May utter words: Your Highness

Frozen

In the bitter blizzard that's called

Wisdom

Build a brazen movement

Then a kingdom