The Hanged Pedestrian

Surreal realistic bluish green golden graves,

really simplistic lampposts creeping out of caves.

Today,

I made it a day to celebrate

the debate of my way.

I made it from clay,

brick by brick my way.

For I walk past the brazen haven which is mine,

and this blazing wave of humans, which is mine,

and this elating wait for everything that is mine.

In the midst of the most talented equestrians,

I saw a hanged pedestrian.

Their horses rose high like a shadow in the sky;

for the sky rose higher into the dark of the eye;

the eye of alienated mysteries, like arks of white dye,

and you ill-fated people will kindly ask why.

For their lips are stained red with the blood of mine;

their fingertips are broken, rained floods onto mine;

their sips of water everyday, all are mine,

as if all aren't mine.

In the midst of the greediest equestrians,

I hanged a pedestrian.

I slapped an ordinary citizen in the face three times;

He did not follow my reason: everything must rhyme.

He was an equestrian, but his significance was nigh,

Because I shot him in the eye, the tongue and thigh;

Now he can't see, taste or walk over lies. 

His dark horse is mine; his white horse is mine;

The course of his chorus will only be a line,

Written by me,

Who have penned out his life with an unstained feather

During a rainy weather.

"The horse is an equestrian, and the equestrian is a horse";

That was his chorus' course. 

In the midst of the furriest equestrians,

I hanged a horse. 

Hello hellish humans, how hedonistic have you been?

Hyperactive humans, how's his hive that you've seen?

Today,

I have became king of all slaves and all their slaves;

I did not support servitude,

But the slaves' attitudes were of large magnitudes.

They came to me;

I was a generous king,

I frivolously gifted them horses;

My generosity made me a pedestrian.

In the midst of the laziest equestrians,

I am a hanged pedestrian.