Wisdom walked through endless shadows
plucking virtue from the vineyards that remained
Dancing beguiled, tripping over lantern’s light
searching for every surprise in your attempts to stun the moon
Serendipity scowls, for the lineament is under contempt, in which spasmodic corridors direct forlorn heartbeats.
Huntress, oh you and your dart, crouching still within that bush, stirring deceptive javelins from a hibernation desperate for a deep sleep, drawing thus the ire of it’s fight
Pain, perfunctory, resolute