Page Nineteen

Synthetic sunsets cast distant shadows,

Attracting eyes to false bright skies.

Hooded, masked, and tasked with pursuit,

For the one gravity defies.

A green pupil, and a crimson gleam

Stare behind black stranded hair,

To a far off figure, cradled scarlet wings,

Fair child suspended in undead despair.

The boy awoke in a fantasy,

A tale to a luney tune.

Rising from ashes, by lightning strike,

Thudding back down to earth just as soon.

Alas, Monstur could not be ditched,

Not by the power of the almighty.

So Kollin crawled from place he falled,

And shared disdain for the bird, feeling smitey.