Tetradite
I threw out all my artifacts today
Remnants of the bad ideas and dead end rites
Lithic shards and Plutonic dunites
Forbidden papyrus unearthed along the way
I searched for two pillars, one white, one black
At a confluence of rivers, no going back
I release the curses down to hell
Let them fall with my old relics
With the mad herbs and psychedelics
Tetradite now, all prayers, no spells
I stood between two pillars, one white, one black
At a confluence of rivers, no going back
This singular act of adaptation nigh
True without falsehood, certain as spring
Is to accomplish the miracles of just one thing
To be alive and let my old self die
I stand beyond two pillars, one white, one black
Past a confluence of rivers, no going back
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes? Click here to download it here for free!
The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult
