Risen
With what was left to salvage
There was only left to manage;
Fire consumed all three witches
The all seeing eye buried in stitches.
The future holds magic ,
Let go of everything tragic ,
Treasures swarmed in ;
Wisdom came within .
Facades of idiocracy
Examined under mediocracy,
Is now ferocity;
A sheer feared animosity.
The guilty shall pay ,
Justice won’t stray ,
The king is here to stay
Bask in the rays and pray .
The woods are still lovely dark and deep ;
And I still have promises to keep ;
And miles to haunt before they sleep,
And miles to haunt before they sleep.
