Eyes & Dagger.
You’re part of the cabal, they’re part of the cabal;
twelve little reasons to invert the sky— ‘ello cad,
fine dark here ‘neath the moon’s foul way, unstable,
fall in empty room; sweet, capricious little lad:
Deep red for the stranger, fiddler, or entertainer?
box the cadaver— wrung words of broken link,
for aptitude rewarded not while you’re sailing;
retreat to ‘neath arbor while animosity is brink.
box the cadaver— wrung words of broken link,
for aptitude rewarded not while you’re sailing;
retreat to ‘neath arbor while animosity is brink.
They’re just arduous, you’re just arduous, too,
arms across chest: fine night for a demise, you.
arms across chest: fine night for a demise, you.
© J.S.
“Deep red for the stranger, fiddler, or entertainer?”
smacks with multiple meaning, really creative.