Ley Shade
Grazing peacefully on the plains of functionalityAnd then suddenly breaking free, with snorting and fiery breathAs if to run out of its own skin, it flies across the landscapeWhen I’m aloneIt poses as a constant threatMerciful derelictHands become thundering hoovesEvery which way I turnI can sense it creeping inSo stay a little whileBefore my thoughts go running wildAs a feral horseAnd it will gallop till its deathSo stay a little whileBefore my thoughts go running wildThey smolder in the belowReady to shoot out of the groundIts as if I can see them all crash in epiphanyOne deafening deep combusting soundHands become thundering hooves