My Silence King,
Come, for you I have a ring.
A thing of beauty, it sparkles,
With Stars dancing in the cycle.
...
Such an unheralded cascade to repose.
Face aglow, arms welcoming like the smile of a new mother.
Can answer ever be nay?
The invite brimful of psychedelic red blooms so palpable they smell of eternal summer.
...
My King
My Silence King,
Come, for you I have a ring.
A thing of beauty, it sparkles,
With Stars dancing in the cycle.
Come, on heaven dates we shall dine,
Thou shall sip from ethereal cup of wine.
Thy Silence, I come to cherish,
Heaven dude, mate to no Irish.