Mudlucious slippery lies
filled with lost hope and
nothing but
disenchanted
victory.
The morning breaks as
the moon swiftly
dances away
saddled with
spooks.
A flower speckled
with twilight,
sits next to the
luminous
icicles as
they waltz around
the narrow
jealousies.
The silver-smooth swoons
dashing in the
sunlight
passing by the
lost hope where
lies
slipped by
everything.