All too Strangled

Dangling like the cathedral bell

Woven together like a twine thread

Long like end will never come

All rough and dusty

A trip to the immortal

Thirst is an understatement

Fire emanating from within

water prickling down in an array

A continuous array

Slowly and steady

A trip to the Immortal

Flesh all worn out

Perfume you cannot find

Heart too heavy to walk

leading to the thought of height and above

The trip to the immortal

Heart swings in the wave of emotion

Melody a path to accomplishment

Gazing at the Olympic ark

Athens is mine, Sparta i own

The trip to the immortal