ABRASAX LOGIC

As the years between his birth and now increase
Even so, the emerald scales have never lost their shine
Even now, the gold orange eyes pierce souls throughout the world
As years pile up upon his labored brow and strain his heart
Even out the quality of love around all men
The coxcomb blushes like the sun
And rises like it too
Red, cracked like lipstick coating all the sins of man and beast
So doth his legs speak softly like a caterer to men
So doth his bill shine black and gold like polished horn and bone
No matter how his beak is shut
He'll crow and curse and scream
And inject blood into thy gut
Polluting all thy dreams