It was chillingly true.
You walked out...
Infamous in death.
You stop fighting...
A misleading green eyed hurricane...
Grip loosening;
the lesser evil...
The auspicious death
in moonless night...
It was spirit of the time.
The lethal trade of...
After a hard day
a game-changing starts...
Farewell at last to winters frosty sting
and all the chilly times of snow and sleet...
Hear the beat
Boom boom boom...
Overdriving
the silence in zero light...
A hot body
was a hymn to the night...
I love you in poverty of
words...