SACRIFICE

         Cold and damp
                           fog of Dusk
          Rolling a waning 
                            flirtatious
                                       scent of honeyed Musk

           Air enough the world
                            dances
                                        to the rhythm of the Sway
           A single lonely figure
                             slumped
                                         Desperately refuses the gale at Play  

           A figure alive nor Dead
                             quietly self forsaken
                                         Aware of what surrounds outside

           Internal beacon-  -  -  off -  -  - long-  -  - forgotten . . . . . . .

           
           Snapshot images 
                                          Before the light it turned away  
            still seamed with a thread of life
                           comfortably  snuggling so warm within this Decay
            
            Always knowing  tangible freedom
                                           abroad does Abound
            So humbly loyal
                               To the Sinkhole
                                            It what Built and Found

             This figure silently Acknowledging the beauty and frolic it will never have

                              Silently.  .  .  .  .  .  Smiles.  .  .  .  .  . Thinking  .  .  .
   
                                          This is the SACRIFICE