Apt Pupil

Because the river runs red
I am the apt pupil
Foretelling the future
Through patterns of varicose veins

The lion, in his den
The leaf falling
Fifty feet
We came here to feel pain

For dreary nights
Make dreary stories
God how I’ve
Become mostly boring

With a threshold so high
And how I know
Where limits lie
I must stay in my seat

For when I stand
The whole world quakes
For when I speak
The sky it shakes

I am magnificent
I am above
Greater than hate
Greater than love

Fearful child of dawn
I promise you
The greatness
Can be yours too