Armour plated Sword wielding Grim determined Heart beating Friend and foe Always leading Is he man Or God seething Suited man By clothes protected He's the one Best selected
'Consolation Philosophy' And with it The prophecy Your fate Is your making In a time Of autocracy Boethius the wise One who answered All questions A time when He spoke
Window smooth On surface move Your hand to prove The world to me Illuminate Upon your face Discover God To clue embrace The world is yours By marker held Each motion news
Precarious me Render this plea Surrender to An android sea A robot who A Doctor too Will we survive The skill of you You've taken heart And left in place Cold fingerprint
Flying too high To bright yellow such Feeling as if One nearly could touch The bright yellow gold Is almost in hand But burn that it may And fall hard to land Like Icarus tried
