Red
Esoteric fluid,
life’s fundamental virtue mistaking thought protected as soft skin obscures.
Clandestine tales of assaults,
oh hallowed fang thine nerve plump ripe for the taking.
That which belongs to me,
stolen.
Vpeřit
Veiled in silence dare not convey of shadows no more.
Know not of what possesses,
thoughts no longer owned only enslaved by the egotistical transcendence.
Power relinquished moreover,
divinity passed up by greater purpose misunderstood as evil holds the reins.
Shell de Toni 