Black magic of black eyes
piercing through the skin
reclined on a gorgeous chaise
to death ... to the death.

Spare me in this ephemeral moment
thunders lightening the dark borders
of the empty room
as drops of rain trinkles down.

Rushing each morning for that little extra ... getting into an enemy's toil is easier than out again, but it seems to be a picayune infraction in the modern everyday world ... or I wonder ..