Lord Paul

Well it was raining cats and dogs, and standing in the hall was the center of our story
We call him Lord Paul
But he was smaller than a pygmy, when Manda busted down the door the King of Thieves whipped out a sword quickly
Brawlin, stabbin, wrestling, poking
Fallin, jabbin, divin and punchin
Weavin, sparrin, growlin, screamin
The dance of death was on and poppin baby best believe it
Paul everything okay, was it a long way down
Perhaps you’ll take that dagger and cut the sunflower down?
Maybe you better run? Get the hell out the way?
Ransom stabbed Manda in the stomach he was enraged
Bit him in the neck, the king of thieves was quick, quick
Kick swift jab, Manda’s lookin bad
Well back to Paul, who’s a sketch of himself
To dodge the reckless fight, he leapt on a shelf
And jumped to the throne with no breath in his chest
Starin at the flower, majestic it slept
But somewhere in the throne room not far from here
There once was a panda man who started whoopin ass
And laughed as he slashed at the thief king and head butted him with a hard panda mask
Manda drooled cus the boy was close enough to eat
Ransom turned to Paul face bleedin and he screamed
Hey boy, you think you in a dream? You ain't so cut the bulb off the thing!
What you waitin on? When he moved loose change jingled in his robe ching ching
He bear hugged the killer Manda fought mad thrashed
A hundred head butts and stabs to the back
But the thief king smiled and wouldn’t let go
Looked Paul in the grill and said time for me to roll
Made it to the window with the Panda man in tow, all stabbed up and bleedin at the throat
They crashed thru the glass widda cold wind blast, Lord Paul watched em fall into the Howl far below

Fallin, stabbin, slashin, choking, grappling flailin, scrappin, brawlin, scratchin…

The load of many losses
Weighed upon his heart
A lonely wind blew through the window
Scattering glass shards
The boy became a king
No rituals or crowns
Just sadness through his perseverance
The flower must come down

Chopping off the head
He held it in his hand
It bled and pulsed like living flesh
And started to expand

He used his pain the throw it far
The sunflower took flight
Lord Paul sat down on his throne
And watched it spreading light