shadows

A glamorous day Shouted, passionate, a salutation Behind my daunting nightmarish undulations A glimpse of hope Paraded majestically A pot yet to simmer Behind every glance Who was the scandalous figure In sacred hiding Clad in pure black Clay yet to set Boorish in disposition Tantalizing before the main course They strike— A pair of choreomanic vipers Invited to the ballroom But alas, the target Was never there Just another Fruitless kamikaze I tell the history As if it were a fable Around a succinct campfire Laughter, quite saccharine My scorching blade Stirred the next awakening— Justice To entice