A Barnyard Bop - Intellectual

[Part I]

Keeper’s medley

Rewards not the finder

She was a brave tangle

Dual wielding, charm locked ankle

Her saber marbled vermillion

Feigned vengeance into existence

She buries her blade down deep in the sand

Your time is wasted

On an endless spire

Ghost bridges want closure

Defunct pathways, will we cross over?

You press your heel in the concretе

Each stride makes a new machinе

Even cities need to let out a sigh

I sigh

I hate the smoke until it's in my chest

Then it tastes so good to me

Now that’s when I can breathe the best

I sigh, I stretch so high

I reach for the sky

Part angel, part machinery