A Tale I tell...
A story by Galveston Bay...
Of blond hair that flows...
Mane pulled back as Tails in the wind...
Voice like music,
deep as a well...
Truth does at sunrise, crow...
The seer of seers...
A God, A Man...
So fair, so right,
Latonas pride.
My words will not ryhme,
this fable of history Greek,
shall too be out of time.

A myth of a serpents death...
A child with a bow...
Mothers tormentor gone...
A sister in the Moon...
Love as a twin...
Reap and sow..
Poetry and Light...
Sunshine the first Biker be...
He who like to ride,
each day, all day...
Surrounded by whores nine,
Muses all...

No gears to shift in a Golden chariot...
Oats, no gas for horses four...
Hay not oil...
Solar spin...
Asleep under the waves...

Keats sang of his glory...
Of His family...
Of His Sin...