Beholden the Eye of Love
Wither not, wonder fraught.
No without a cause.
But rather to meet applause with the click.
Just a slight movement.
And brush the whole world away.
Or bring it back like Van Gogh.
Painting a deity of dire grace.
Save face mere mortal.
Desperados ride to hell.
Rise the seven.
Bewitch the nine.
See the three.
And light the way with the one.