Inside The Court Of Arms Poem by John Ackerman

chosen are we pierced with tears
always thinking no one cares
we got loose change a chance to rearrange
people can be strange
stop dragging my heart around
then without a sound it suffices to say

at first we see the light of its vast domain
shaped back structure of emmense prowess
one step at a time we shall climb inside
The court of arms we its intense appeal
kings and queens would gather together at this place
my heart was frantic and permeated real lasting love

the impulse of a smile and we shall know all the great while
it seems such a great mystery for those willing to appease
the swords were drawn in a fashionable decorum
horses have been transport to and from the place
eyes of ivory solvent bent on a conquest a reason to rest
we can learn a thing or two of its humble vacancy
the thought of humble apathy intervenes