Tuesday, January 04, 2011 . 4:36 PM
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief.
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
Plow men dig my earth.
None will level on the line,
Nobody of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited,"
The thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I we've been through that,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now,
The hour's getting late."
All along the watchtower,
Princes kept the view.
While all the women came and went,
Bare-foot servants too.
Outside in the cold distance,
A wild cat did growl.
Two riders were approachin',
And the wind began to howl.
Archangel