Dynasty is my name 

as I flow in this darkness 

of fear,

Write it down on 

stone so I might be 

remembered 

next year,

Time moves 

quickly,  so slowly 

down the

iron drain,

Pooling pink in 

thick puddles of 

blood, 

run estranged

I'm as cool 

as pickles 

soaking in 

yellow brine,

I'm right 

for this world 

just as you 

were never 

for mine,

I'd love to 

hear the song 

of bluebells on 

the highway 

one day,

Tie knots 

and fold 

sunny paper 

into creamy 

white cranes

Stark. 

against black sky 

and pitch clouds

Sinking. 

into the universe 

behind its 

mounds

Of clay,

piling onto 

smoky earth 

and into 

faces

Grinning

ear to ear, as 

they begin 

their mortal 

races

Hop on 

your horses! 

tighten the 

burning 

reins

Of fire, 

wreak 

havoc, 

wreak 

my smile

Until it's a 

twinge insane––

I'm wonderful, 

how nice to 

meet you!

I'd love to

hear your

name!

Maybe 

one day 

I'll write it

in stone,

But for 

now, 

I'll burn 

paper 

and watch it 

go 

up 

in 

flames

...