Unenchanted

You’re as warm as that cigar          
Jutting from lips like a scar            
That slices your face in half            
In an arrogant smile or laugh,            
Though the mockery isn’t math            
Or rocket science in this lab---            
            
Still you think you’re so fab            
Till you feel her jab,            
Words like swords in hand            
Taking an upper stand            
Against the warped dune-land’s            
He thinks he commands---            
           
But no knight of white            
Rides into her sight,            
Just another lad of little means            
Carrying a weighty spleen            
Meant to keep his plate clean---            
           
Under tree boughs            
Where murders have crow,            
Together they saw            
The scene plays out with flaws---  
 
As onyx wings splay       
With winds for days,       
Better spent in rays       
Of sun and sand,  
For infinite new plans.