THE HOOK

© RYAN GUILEY (DENISE KNOWS)

The hook has been cast,

But for those who cheer,

Will not hold their own mass,

As God will bring down fear.

The temple rests for the enchanted,

As it is called to be the spoken,

As greed will be caught left handed,

It is the poor that will be given a token.

The river spreads across the towns,

As the rain comes from the sky,

As those who don’t aid will drown,

As moments will not let go by.

I have seen the flash this afternoon,

As it was given to give me as a sign,

As they think they know how to prune,

As the machines will come down to a grind.

Foremost the sanction that who relates,

Will be given the benefit to turn forward,

As the designer was creative for the bait,

As they will walk past through and towards.

Bringing the tin to the centre,

Will determine if they are geared,

As the land is not used to be a renter,

As the dragons will come to bear.

The corruption of the feast of bowls,

Will be logged to the paper of times,

As they don’t know how they scold,

As time will be trapped into limes.

She is nodding and is confused,

With her left hand on her knee,

Still another day passes to be refuse,

Until we are together and will both will be free