Through Afar
From far away to way out west,
color turns from brown to red
and in such fear the beast is fed
an ugly turn to keep their head.
In such soft light will killers rest?
Destroy the notion of a lovers best.
Turn the tide, ride the crest
of seemless thoughts meant to impress,
which may be harder to suggest
if the crime itself was to detest.
So shoot the arrow through the chest,
of the one who would rather love than distress
From far away to way out west,
color turns from brown to red
and in such fear the beast is fed
an ugly turn to keep their head.
In such soft light will killers rest?
Destroy the notion of a lovers best.
Turn the tide, ride the crest
of seemless thoughts meant to impress,
which may be harder to suggest
if the crime itself was to detest.
So shoot the arrow through the chest,
of the one who would rather love than distress