HUNGRY PRINCE
Last night, I watched a comet scorch the stars,
And thaw the moon to melt into her sea.
It detonated in a shower of sparks,
A fiery triad, hissing to the lake.
To me, a clear-cut message there shall be
Three final, leading lights of Mexico-
But I, alas, shall not be one of them.
Farewell, old man, but hoard what friends you have.
For now whatever well-planned path you take,
Dark hearts and dusty bones ride in my wake. Exit.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
HUNGRY PRINCE
Last night, I watched a comet scorch the stars,
And thaw the moon to melt into her sea.
It detonated in a shower of sparks,
A fiery triad, hissing to the lake.
To me, a clear-cut message there shall be
Three final, leading lights of Mexico-
But I, alas, shall not be one of them.
Farewell, old man, but hoard what friends you have.
For now whatever well-planned path you take,
Dark hearts and dusty bones ride in my wake. Exit.
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
