The Mad Thunder

I wished upon a star, a spark that radiated above
and imagined Chaos arguing about the Gate, with My Love
and whether Heaven was still mine or was it too late to write
We cried violently-- under broken golden dreams of light
crescent moon shining o'er us resilient, brilliantly bright
and our memories of madness, from pillar to pillar
To right the wrongs with destiny, ageless and triumphant.

Of Hearts and pain in its hysteria, history re-written
over the skin of the innocent, buried under their scars
Stars, so mighty, and broken, fragile pieces - our dreams
Hopeful, and glorified by the promises forgotten
And all the truths they try to hide, that never really died
The bitter poisons of mankind, so blinded in arrogance
So undeniably human, our crosses, cures or curses ..

Our battles with evil--so when the rival had taken his aim
He could not see them as they ran, like colors in the rain
Off to the field and in the golden sunshine-free again
Their stories forever told, weilded by the seamstress
In the mental hospital, who stitched stories into her dress
That now, since we've forgotten them, the Giants Ageless
Tempt to lift us from the wreckage of our failures

Our allies, giving into pride, and pondering our plights
The earth in all her misery, and the cantor of promises that...
We rode endlessly and majestically until the people
Began to see,  in the fleeting mornings we'd been drunk
on the blood of our fathers, we were no longer sinners
Simply trying to remember something we had once thought....
Believing in something we had made, that we forgot.