Albatross

The shepherd He walks among the sheep Recites a verse with ease Bound to sooth and fuel his greed In prayers The foreigner drowns his needs And fasts on the believe That fruits only are enough to feast Oh, with what coin? Nobody knows Oh, but how he likes their gold Feeling the heat drain Right off the bone As a touch on the shoulder Is hold a bit too long And down by the alley He likes to take his nuns Into a dimmed quarter Until the room is fogged But first he'll find What's buried deep within the mind What's frail enough to make one blind From what's been hidden between rhymes With iridescence And eyes that do glow red To question his verdict Is to better be off dead But first he'll find What's buried deep within the mind What's frail enough to make one blind From what's been hidden between rhymes A foul scent of rust Don't let him find What's buried deep within the mind What's frail enough to make one blind From what's been hidden between rhymes