Her pixie dust that I envy 
His hands were coated with it during daylights,erstwhile
Dust that turned red 
Under the full moon nights 
He might have undone her woven stitches 
Loosen the twines and strands 
One by one
With his learned needle-less hands
She seems to radiate the rainbows
That he steals and his face glows 
We watch him baptized
In several shrines 
While his shadow casts a merciless bovine
Enticed by the fragile
His facade thrives 
Sinisters shriek 
On one and another's atrocity
Eerie evaded by his enshrouded arms 
Hugged in delight 
Those violent eyes 
Glimpse venereal walk,preying,on road side 
In this city many have died.