To the victor the spoils.
Is that truly the case...

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...

Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...

Forests weep as blazing branches distort and...
Reaching out as if to tear the rain from cloud...

It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...

Candy floss kisses ‘neath carnival skies
Galloping horses, wild musical rides...

Silver fingers caress dark water,
becalming its heaving mass...

Trapped beneath the burning
heat of a remote suns rays...

Does a gnome in the garden
keep fishing at night...

Hand me your heart,
I will hold it fast...

Here, at the end of all I am
As eyesight fades, with hearing spent...

Moments caught forever
in a single blinking click...