Nothing New

Are you you're weight in gold?

Balancing on the live scale,

all things for sale;

except my soul.

Made of fire and brimestone.

Expensive in my essence,

I am the master not the clone.

Challenging self to the unknown,

Where's my cloak?

Made to boast.

Hail them all of the truth,

Wearing blue,

Nothing New.


- Eden Marquis, The High Priestess