Snowcapped hills & deep low chantsspinning bell of fortune tollsthe darkest crevice of earth explodesthrough the crater, fire rolls.A scary madman paints his facewith frenzied violence digs his clawsplattered blood…

A dead-end blown offgunpowder delights,A busy streetcardimmed highway lights.a memory sordida shot down with limea springtime reclusea summery lifetime..

You,Will be a lonely soulWalking the highway of life.I ,Can only offer a willow shade.Not the thick dark branches of amazon,Not the cool breeze of desert oasisJust a willow...To weep…