Dark acrid souls

Watched over by raven’s eye

Hollow soldiers cry for lives

Passed by before the game began.


Stiff necked abandon

Post-fantasy purples and blues,

purpley-reds that spill on my shoes,

Metal fingers shakes the hinge loose

Questing the best thing on which I can use my time, energy and effort.

I creep through, light-footed.

Cruel black gauntlets, a pirouetting villain in a swish of graphic silk.