Glamour that can’t be lost
Unless the world meets its end.
Painted in emotional sky;
Eyes stolen by its beauty.
With surging greed, I pursued to attain it.
To hold in my arms.
To restrain its freedom for the fluttering
Of my heart.
With spirited pair of wings,
Those that were only of my dreams
Became the reality before my eyes.
Each beat of the fair artifact drew me ever so closer to
The goddess of sky clothed in white robe.
The gorgeous array of light emitted through her
Kindled the lustful devil incarcerated in depth.
But her beauty is lost
As my sinful hands closed onto
What now became formless.
Before I could question its disappearance I’m thrown off from the edge of mere nothingness
Plummeting back into my perception
Of the reality between us.

Hairs rise up
Firm with determination on a
Dry cold desert
Against the force of winter.
The frozen air compresses
My body into a stuffed dwarf
And churns my stomach with the
Utmost force I was ignorant of.

There is no place for me
In this forsaken season.
Wandering around - unsuccessful
In finding the warmth that
Can embrace my numb skin.

Prayer is the only option to
Soothe my yearning
For Spring to carry the
New wave of heat
That will breathe life into
My lonely soul.

A tickle on the earlobe
Subtle enough to be inconspicuous
Draws the attention of
Subconscious being.
Whisper with the essence of
Sweetness enchants the prey
To surrender its leash.
A tactician of great wisdom
Does not fail to miss the chance
To behold his reign on a pawn,
A sacrificial entity drawn out
Of its freedom in
Hopes to resurrect
As a queen.
Its demise, nonetheless,
Is that of a tragic hero.

No one to care;
No one to care for.

Wrongfully invested
To end up with
No-buddy to share myself
With.

The tyrant above,
Never cease to pursue his
Greed till all perish.

The one you gave,
It’s not complete
As its half is lost.



I lost it.