Icons – Oldschool Halrequin (World of Harley)

We bow to icons,All of us,They control us without our knowledge,Symbols and portraits and likenesses,Permeating influence over our cortices, They’re shapeshifters you know,They change to suit our ideals,Or our vices,Not necessarily malignant,But still all-consuming, To one man it could be a godful symbol,Words from an invisible man,Commanding words from the past, The lady over thereContinue reading “Icons – Oldschool Halrequin (World of Harley)”