Rain slick deceivers of blue cold fusion,
down sleek glass passes sky’s glass,
watch as thick black clad kings and
gold embossed princes steal the glory.

Single crimson drops of passion
mingle with the blue green lies,
and with the hardest of your breath,
blame them for their heroism.

You were there, when the secrets stopped,
when the liars began their tale.
In your passion, cold sweat and
bitter crimson meet the pallid blue.

Watch them. Watch them now,
see them take the stage with the pride.
Seethe in the bitter blue of defeat,
as they take the stage you know is yours.

Did you ever think, as passion fired
and colours bled; phantasmagoria.
Ask yourself, were you the hero?
Are you the one, have you ever been?