Frothing and Mad

By Gryphon Ludwig 


I am the raging beast, the forward momentum; 

Tonight I am the jaws that grasp at reality’s throat. 

I apply pressure to draw fate’s attention; 

All in midnight it fails to call my bluff. 

I am the joyous reigning puppet; 

the risk too great and I all too spiteful to lose; 

I get to dance with chance


With stars in my throat as I swallow the sky, 

Dancing in life on death’s back, 

With thrilling fear of its future with you.

If you must go burn bright in the act, 

With a screaming swan song ripping hard from your throat, 

Let the claw marks you leave never fade from the stones 


Liberation                                                                                       You Better Believe It