Biding and Writhing...

Magician of the linear art
you tangle and weave
you warp and decieve
to burrow your way to the heart

From the very darkness you bound
to whittle and write
those stories of might
whose alluring communiques resound

But when the pages and binding doth kiss
and I to the street
I lose that lost beat
as my harmony gets scattered amiss

For from those that once prayed en masse
to abandon hate
before t'was too late
have quit to just sit on their ass

While a few uproot what was sowed
they ho and they hum
excusing it from
the woes that the pundits forbode

Due to their collective neglect
the profits are lost
at the future's cost
for our chained hands to correct

We await the turning of the page
mouthes eager to speak
of ancestral pique
we welcome the custodial age