He Walks in Leather

by Godiva

apologies, apologies, to he who spins like a top below

 

 

He walks in leather, like a Knight

The End of time strides through the door;

And all that's worst of death and blight

Meets in his lab outside Bordeaux;

But mellow'd is that Swiss-cheesed mite

By Mr. Mom on VCR.

 

One shade applied of facepaint then,

Had half impair'd the horseman's face.

The armor tossed, the facepaint washed,

Now boots tap softly with light grace;

His thoughts run deep in Bordeaux' den.

How far the Kompound from this place.

 

And should his brother think go,

So soft, so calm, he does not hit,

The smile that glints, the eye that glows,

But tell of days in pillage spent,

A mind (that if you could but know),

And heart who thinks he's innocent!


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