Is it the glittering gold that shines out bold
or a clad of leather comfy but still cold.
Driving through the mighty mind of mine
is a refreshing feeling inexplicably fine.
Struck hard into my sensitive heart strings
as if it met the striking gaze of kings.
Vanity was always a dear friend of those
who loved absorbing a severe love dose.
Meadow had the one on its little bosom
who lived a life that all regard awesome.
As the blue canvas sizzles with the rainbow
hatchets are buried spurring a vibrant glow.