My love wails, your nomad's home,
Lady Antebellum's ale, your weathering dome..
Are you not done? Cold heart's merchant,
Biting your demise, a deceiving serpent..
Where's your sword? Your shield is broken,
Lick the blood stains, Are they still not rotten?
An emperor's throne, sings four sonnets,
One for power, second glory,
third of comfort, fourth one is broken..
Morning calls, mundane summers,
Your birds sing, of luscious lovers,
When your sun sets, the same birds bring,
Unheard songs, of unblessed mothers..
Are you tired? Professing a pirate,
Loss of a captain, a sinking tyrant..
Do not rue, the road not taken,
Your home yawns, the door still open..
A nomad no more, breaking old sentence,
Lovers' homecoming,
A sense of acceptance..
