This is dedicated to My Uncle Ron(Orrible Nod)
Dawn rises on a broken Season
The world wakes to its plastic grace
But not us my friend for we shall keep our secrets safe in caverns deep, till both the sands of time and space, can bring us to a better place
A place where joy and wonder creep, behind the doors of ancient beasts
Who hold our bodies but not our minds and make us waste our precious time
Beneath cool jewel nights and crimson days
They cannot hold the wrath
Of four and twenty million voices, of men of a different cloth
Lets not pretend I comprehend the measure of their existence
But if they're all like you, then I'll have two as brothers or maybe sisters
Now strike up the band and raise a glass to all those that you've cheered
Our drunkenness will bring us peace, from all life's worldly fears
And so to bliss dawn brings us here, by light of changing moods
Put up your arms, embrace the light, and change the mood from gloom
Find peace Ron
by mole
Author's Comments:
"My uncle was the Chairman of a Hells Angels Chapter in England. He died whilst in Prison. He shouldn't have been locked up!"
