Spyrus; may I ask you a question
sence you hold the key to the skies
You know the words you knowof listoning
you color the lies.
you feel the emotions tangle and turn
you cure hearts you paint on rainbows
you make a heart swore, tworn and burn.
may I call apon you
when the wind begins to talk.
When it whispers and howells
telling me rythms, bringing me thoughts.
When the seasons begin to change
and somewhere there is a spirit
a spirit needing wisdom
a spirit needing to be arranged..
What of the magick
the magick in the trees.
The twinkling fire flies
the birds and the bees.
Spyrus of the Gumdropp Tears;
I know that I
you can hear.
You are the trixter
the shifter
the Fearie In Fears.
Where do the fears bore
where will they fond us
are you going to be there
when we conquor
are you going to be behind me..
So many wonders from you Spyrus
so many clots.
Spyus of the Gumdropp tears;
one more question....
Fearie, where are your fears?
I know of my fears
the thought doesn's scare me at all
I know of the magick that's in my own walls.
I know of you Spyrus
I see yourwork everyday.
I thank you little devil
for every in whitch
whatever-ish way.
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