Godwin

Brooke Waggoner

Like a lion in the dead

In the dead of deepest night

You sprawl out peacefully

Beneath the glowing spheres of light



Like a feathered, feathered swan

On top of gliding glass

You move with perfect ease

Among bleeding grass



Like a dog gone astray

In the middle of the wake

You pretend to be a part

Of the shuffle of the day



I can't stand who I am

A villain with a plan

Cloaked in robes

Made of many friends

Yet I remain in a one man land



I can't stand who I am

A villain with a plan

Cloaked in robes

Made of many friends

Yet I remain in a one man land



Like a lion in the dead

In the dead of deepest night

You sprawl out peacefully

Beneath the glowing spheres of light



Like a feathered, feathered swan

On top of gliding glass

You move with perfect ease

Among bleeding grass



Like a dog gone astray

In the middle of the wake

You pretend to be a part

Of the shuffle of the day