Moments in time fall
Without touching down below
The flesh of the lost
Moments in time fall
Without touching down below
The flesh of the lost
The smile could not
Mask her malcontent for those
More worthy and light
Sticky sweet, yellowed
Her cowardice betrayed true
Intentions, misdeeds
Sharp, dripping with lust
The point of the blade found its
Flesh and saw it die
Buzzing about my
Head were worries with sharp points
Ready to pierce my peace
Bright lights puncture holes
In the velvet-blue night sky
Crowds cheer for thunder
As the sun shone its
Last rays across the landscape
Moonlight touched his blade
Pointing a waxen
Finger, the sickly witch watched
The figure crumble
Pressure her spirit
Sunk, no more the sunlight shone
The light had gone out
Floating through the air
Dandelion wishes danced
Never touching land