Imitation of War

Chasing the next

The plateau there and

The rain it falls careless

On the oil I'm painting

And I'm crying to catch her

The line that I've tethered here

She's fleeing the judgment

In a careless rain

And her muse's crown on my head

Stings like a tear

Was it a snare set by the devil?

Then I fell right in

Or I was a saint

There on the chapel font

In this imitation of war

I was outside

Watching the orange tree

As the blossoms turned

And the spear weaves the laurel

And I'm crying to catch you

Muse in the laurel tree

I will paint the flowers

Just chain them to me

And her muse's crown on my head

Stings like a tear

Was it a snare set by the devil?

Then I fell right in

Or I was a saint

There on the chapel font

In this imitation of war