Sky High

Weather is bleak,

Their love is sleek,

They rode on a mighty horse of time,

That will cease.

They fall,

And, they all,

In a trick of time,

That will pause.

Nefarious, atrocious,

Impious, and odious,

They dwell in a world,

That is barbarous.

They fly,

And, they cry,

How can something be?

That vile.

Still got to live,

Still got to try,

Whether tormented,

Whether mortified,

Still, got to be sky high…