Elf

Uncertainty breeds reason.

Our longing; lasting season.

We do have for our treason,

a beast of absolute teasin'.

Beware, be wise, bee not,

a sting, is not a whip.

My words are that; 

a loaded gun, will shun.

Step here, step there, step-stare.

Eyes will often snare,

it's not the trap, it's there.

A person of a rare.

Wild in belief,

life in what I see,

free in all my trees,

dominated by beneath.

No collar, No chain, No stake,

know absolute mistake.

No shame,

know muse,

know oracle belief.

A "Seer", not an "Elf".

K.A.P.

5/17/2009