Author's Note: This is based on The Flesh Collector's Countdown Chronicle.

This is from Neon's point of view.

To flee security requires a ruse,
Synthetic wig to hide these tresses pink.
Act swiftly — there's no time to stall and choose
A costume matching mine in perfect sync.
We steal away with pulses in distress,
A secret message only she can hear.
We need our privacy so she'll suppress
The poet's prayers that we reappear.
From store to store, in kitten heels and skirts,
I try to charm you with my woman wiles.
I cannot know that your heart solely hurts
For paladin, for knight — apart by miles.

On shopping sprees, I dream you're mine alone,
Divorced from the bright buzzing of your phone.