(April 21, 2003)
You sit atop the highest tree,
casting rays of black elegance unto the land.
You see the world through your velvet eyes,
taking in every sharp detail
and allowing nothing to slip past your glare.
You turn heads with every swift movement,
We only see your stiffening luxury.
And your mind is a sealed away mystery,
silent and unbroken, but a herald of awe.
But you, you sit in solitude in all your glory,
your path of vision reaching every horizon.
Through midnight and dusk, thunder and flood,
the world is your crystal ball.
But that world, it lights your fiery mind;
That world, it’s all you know.