Haul the pickaxe
Pry that crowbar
Slam sledgehammer
Into rotted foundation
Let's rebuild house
On no-man's land
Overlooked corners
No architect planned
I've seen red haired fox
Wild turkey, baby deer
Prowling proud
Early morning
Hungry, homeless
In a heartless district
Lost as the crone's secrets
In wind-blown ashes
Of the witches pyres
Wild bloodlines, wiped away
Leave as spoiled fruit
Of soulless survivors
Generations built fortresses
And thrones, never to
Allow any enjoyment
Of their luster
Hold no hope in natural laws
Nor faith in city walls
Let's just rebuild
On no-man's land
Overlooked corners
No architect planned
On no-man's land