How futile the infirm man’s battle
With miscreants wrath he’ll stop to cry...

By the shimmers of a quite lagoon
Moonlight dancing midst palm trees...

To sit and ponder years afore
Thoughts of your sweet way...

Swirling events of destine day
Snared life to the other side...

Vials of blood lay far and near
Well mixed to use as garnish...

Sprawled embrace of shallow hollow
Crack and ping distant and near...

Shadowy mist ran three
Nearby howl then bite...

Fluttering Aloft In Toying Wind
Seeming Guise Derive And Stray...