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.