Incredulous Dancer

Incredulous dancer
Despite the annals of fate
Tried are the wicked and the plain
You are the needle in the arm of a tyrant
Delivering the vile of love against hate

The politics are the bone
Snared in the twisted dregs of the polymorph
You have no end
You are but spite
Carry forward the many and the pen

Severed tassels of darned smocks
Gone by the tempted fruit
Be that as it may
You are the vine
The Fruit
The Money
The Pay

Tended spindles of withered fray
Quiet and haunting
Pining for the days of yore
Jilted by the kindness of friends
The blind lead the blind

We are bound no more by the fold
We are scripted by our own free gift
Awareness is our only position of truth
Know this and you shall always be granted
The Life