In the year 20,000
there will be steel and cobalt,
sawdust in candlelight
Blacksmiths forging the blackened air, and
famine's skeleton mouth extending past the prairies
Thieves who know where they are,
breaking into tallest towers of the crescent moon
but not what they steal
Like a thief I steal donkeys
from the heavy metal parade
I set up boxing matches in the town square
take bets from the roaring crowds
The men always think they will win
It's something I have to do
make money on love,
etenal love
20000 years have culminated into love,
dancing under a broken moon
--Eli Fox
