8.15 p.m.
(or 2015)
by blew d'muse
knights in white satin
frippery errant
betters they've smitten
slippery their end
duty i always missed
being saddled sore
just what all this means
i don't really know
blazin' at people
lance upon lance
arms strong unfolded
don't you understand
suns try to melt me
eyes age intent
eight fifteen pm
time, it is to end
