He lays siege and conquers a familiar land,
Vulnerable in its rosy pink color
The dark figure sends no messenger
Of considerate or fair warning
A dastardly entrance, made under night’s black veil
Gives the thief and his steed an advantage
His pursued opponent lay red in drowsy fluid,
Peacefully snoring songs of the stars
The masked intruder takes inventory
Of dormant and disposable affection
He drinks and drains with avid greed.
Diminishing such innocence to flaccid grief
His piercing sword disposes savory slumber
Leaving the beating orb
Pale and blue and wide eyed
Satisfied, he mounts scarcity’s horse
With a full stomach, he rides back into
An aching darkness
The echo of robbery plays to
A reverberating afflicted beat
Comprising the chilling overture of dearth
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