astral eyes said to mr. king ‘i want to make people sing
i’m gonna give them everything to cross the bridge between folk and kin.’
mr. king said ‘you’re a fool, if they have it all how can we rule
ee need to keep them ignorant, to fear us is most sacrament.’
astral eyes, are you still watching, chaotic conflict between the skies?
astral eyes, are you still weaving this wyrd web between our lives?
astral eyes nods with a grin and leaves the presence of mr. king
there are a few that follow him for the revolution to begin
he sits there in his tree, watching all humanity
looking down he makes a choice, the first of many hear his voice
he talks of music, magic and art, of ways all can play their part
others come to share their craft, cross the bridge they sang and laughed