Continuation of Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy

Houses of the Holy Album Sleeve by Led Zeppelin

You can check out the Crib Notes for this poem and lyrics written in the style of the lyrics for Led Zeppelin's "Houses of the Holy." I've always been one to just read a poem or book without having it interpreted for me, but I get I like it but, "huh"? lol, okay, if you don't know the song, you should click here for the lyrics to the song so you can appreciate how truly great these continued lyrics are, lulz...

And now here comes Michael walking

(should be read, or better sung out loud!, to Led Zeppelin’s song “Houses of the Holy”)

Part I: Sending his brother away

Michael stands and shoe shines his things

                     with the underside of his feathers.

They’re a sight these handsome wings,

               will withstand all inclement weathers.

That’s a good thing for on the eve

                                 he’ll fly out leading battle.

And the last thing he needs to grieve

                                 is for them to give a rattle.

    

                                  You know.

Getting dressed is a production.

                         Got that sword of his that fires

into ribbons of destruction,

                 Sends you down into the quagmires.

                                 Oh –oh.

Chain mail of his is somethin’ swell,

                      made of things weird and unman.

You gotta’ get used to the smell

                                 but I’d avoid it if you can.

                                Whoah –oh .

Because He who is as the Lord

                 forgets at times to sponge on down.

But who needs it when he can afford

                              a thousand stainless gowns?

For if angels could be vain

                     Mike would be our leading man

affectation for being unstained

                        He would be his own best fan.

                                 You know.  That’s right.

But that’s why he feels so bland

                               Immortal and without sin

Virtues he doesn’t understand

                     having angels and saints for kin

Enters Gabs just in from riding

                   Dragons, with a smile on his face.

Gabs: the bearer of good tidings--

                  Mike puts high ones in their place.

Chief prince reads the sky blue pages

            Longing lumps of pain for his brother

Whom he hasn’t seen for ages

                           Cause he belongs to another.

                                           It’s so-o.

Speck turns to dense crimson flaring

                 buzzes along heaven’s lines above.

Come the hosts of Lucifer blaring

                       Mike feels a queer mix of love.

Was there anyone so gently strong

                             as Lucifer his beloved light?

Since Luz was the one to know wrong

                    was the only who too knew right.

So began the battle of Hosts

                       heavenly, deadly, and sanguine.

It left many if not most,

                   letting out a gruesome whine.

                                                 Oh. oh.

First lamb is cast from the fold

                looks like this’s Mike’s new day job

clasps Lucifer’s hand but he can’t hold

                                  lets him go with lurid sob.

                                    Oh-oh.

Lucifer falls and yet leaves warning:

                                 he’s not really all that far;

Look to Venus in the morning

                             you see his light-giving star.

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