The Race

Goblets of endless summer wine
duties of mayhem and lure
casting their shadows under the sun where
no one can hear all their purrs

trends in and out, a fashionable crime
this isn't a seasonal affair
a bloodshed among friends
politeness in prospect
look and laugh at their family's despair

A rough spot in check, keep your tongue in your cheek
let the new eyes find you the way, hold on mylove
let go of their shoves and keep your face and ass out of the game

playing to please a heartless
tease, behold your queen of the Bright
a courtress to hold up the sword over your head,
for you- you are bound sacrifice?