Philosophical

Eagles fly overhead 
Birds of prey 
Kings of the skyways above 
And I stand here 
A king of the highways below 
Like a knight in shining armour 
On a quest like the warrior lords of old 
But my heart 
My soul 
My essence 
Are not pure like theirs 
I am a knight in tarnished armour, 
Tarnished by a world of beautiful monsters 
Seducing all with their gaudy robes 
And at the last moment striking with venomous fangs 
Taking their victims into oblivion 
And destroying them slowly 
But surely 
Gently 
The end

Highway Contemplations