Robals

Robals

Oh, mighty Robals, Prince of vanity,
great Champion of what lasts not,
give me your honey tongue
to enslave my pleasures
and let me enjoy
what in earth slowly rots.

And give me your chains,
to put the saddle on all the women
and men alike that believe in thee,
Prince of light and rhymes.

Your perfumed lies,
and your milk tastes like wine,
blessed are the secrets that capture the weak
and transforms in darkness
the truth that shines.