"The keeper of the city keys,
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door,
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch,
To the court of the crimson king ..."
Don't forget to keep your afternoon appointment at Courthouse Butte.
And, please don't trip over that rattlesnake over yonder, partner!
August 4, 2010