Sanctioned vitality restricts the free
In a lake
Cayenne interludes guide the hand
A dramatic rendition’s perfected pitch,
“Perdition is close.” Blind nomad, picket sign. Feller, it’ll be fine,
“Iniquity surrounds,” as he points at me. Sigh.
Maintaining the eye contact of your ghost
Is crucial as curricula fades. SEE
Vital. Vitae. Vali
Forcible endeavors cleavers confuse for vision
Chop. Chopping. Chopped. Done
Smock Red. Incision dug.
Bine, shimmy legs unto back
Nightshade courtesan unveiled
Bitter yet with berries black. Dwale.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
At times, even the valiant must die.