Out with the old, turn the page for something new.
I wear a badge to embark on a trend to let everyone know
I’m prepared and open to new ideas.
Care to cater my entertainment?
Set me straight as the horizon, day and night predictability.
I raise hell and cacophony, prevalent and impatient.
It’s a win for the ages, share some glasses, celebrate.
Gold and glitter, moments like these are partially why we begin
A New Chapter.
But it’s the work we’re embracing for.
That gruel I can handle, now that I have bought a lot of fuel
Growing my fire, for cooking my needs to perfection.
Bought a new journal to put a nail in the past,
And record my thoughts as I progress along the lines as I do in life.
Because A New Chapter means the journey is unknown,
But the percentage of it being in your favor
Is worth the risk to go with it along for the ride.
No book is made from one chapter, therefore,
We go to A New Chapter.
Citrine Summers veil the brewing doom,
Hatchets of happiness plug an opened wound.
There’s a king in his castle and he chants my cursed name,
I am his soldier about to fight a battle upon his blessed plain.
By spade and stick, I have hollowed the ground into a hideout,
To save my family from the invasion because I’ve had my doubt,
Call it impossible, precious foresight, a king’s gamble wins or dies in vain,
While the stooges who do the dirty work lose their comrades or their brains.
Sapphire and sweet, his queen stills her heart, though anxious and merry.
Antiquated as royalty can be, she must be just as ready,
Fore if the castle bows as wilts a flower,
Her family will lose their crest and the enemy will assume its power.
When the battle unfolds in war cries, and I have retreated underground.
The enemy’s thunderous stomping, can only mean the end is just around.
If there’s a way out, it’s back to where I began,
Under rule of a new king, as a soldier for whatever he believes in.
It’s a political wheel, spinning fervently to the left then to the right,
When all we need is to be steady. No more fights.
When the fields are lush Emerald from blood soaked from the dead,
Will we finally find the peace or eventually water the ground again?