I dream of beheadings
and goose feather bedding on fire
a sword through the eye
for an endless supply of beginnings
the madness of winning
forget
and let it
soak to the bone
crumbling walls
mossy halls
I don't know the ending
fire in your eye
I said goodbye
in the evening
and into the sun
crumbling walls
mossy halls
back to the beginning
fire in our eyes
we said goodbye
in the evening
and into the sun
into the sun
run, run
faster and forward
only toward the sun