- Quest for Lost Innocence

Corporate castles shed
Steady streams of cold knights.
A fallen maiden
Covers up in concrete overcoats
That shade a six inch sheath.
Pence rattle like teeth
In the clip of a tested 45.
Eyes shadowed,
A hood is nearly redundant
Upon dark strands of a blackened mind.
Internal bleeding rots into an
Incurable disease.
Boots claw at the ground below,
Convincing cemetery gates to close.
Frozen streets can't keep secret buried rage.
Devils don't matter to a
December Dragon,
Determined to reclaim her purity.