Atlas't for the earth, it bears, too much weight
A fever from the eyes mans soul expell
Outdated in a modern Ipad state
In shadows of a man immortals dwell.
For he of a thousand stars sees she moon
and give his strength to dream of silky touch
For she observes him pending is his doom
Aroused in full her time is dew and such
Is her blessing and her mere mortals curse
For she is old and wise with worlds ways
And yet she spends a night for his remorese
For as she passes more of her remains.
Impossible it seems they do share dreams
Immaterial currency it seems.
Sharp is the hand and will of father time
For now he wears a wall street suit and beat
too disposed is he, performers in the street,
he hasnt change for talents passing rhyme
Instead he milks them of their petty cash
and mocks them in their waining piling bill
They cant afford to live yet do not crash
because their love is bound within a will.
The red moon rise filld with anger, loss
Love punnished forever he repays
The flames will not go out within his eyes
He burns for her no matter what the cost;
Because he loves her mortal is his world
He gives her ever thought within his soul.