Luxiora

Based on Seven Iron shoes and East Of The Sun, West Of the Moon.

Blistering,
just East of the sun,
I bit your palms,
your fists of fury.
With your Kingdom of eyes,
I watched you,
blink me away
for a sin of seven,

Scattered,
just West of the moon,
like a vagrant
you lived your life,
with burdened soles,
I donned agony,
these bloody boots of iron,
a pair of seven.

aging,
Just north of the mountains,
I followed your face
over harrowing hilltops.
With your voice of thunder,
at last I heard you
call to me
the final year of seven.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I have to say I love the old west feel of the poem... it feel very rebellish too, kind of like the spirit of a renegade who fights for the little guy. Another piece that blows my mind.