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Mad-eye Drift

Macabre mirage steals forth  
to find a wounded prince,  
Begging the last chalice-  
The one? ..of innocence.  
 
Incubus on barren plains,  
I seethe to see you there,  
upon my alter, still as stone  
for further wear and tear.  
 
Creeping low in shadow's blaze-  
I falter for the sign,  
Of senses stealing in the night-  
If I were so inclined  
 
Mad-eye drift, I plunge in fast  
to meet cold lids in gaze,  
Bowing head, I mock you now-  
false in all my praise..  
 
Shreds of sin fly skyward down  
as I, soft bed of blend,  
Forward march to corner pain  
syndication of my kin..  
 
Kneeling slow to feed the glow,  
a temptation-wary cringe..  
I relish now, forte of you  
my crumpled shell of prince.  
 
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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