A mask divided

into quadrants

and halves

stories recorded

against heart beats

demonic skies

that echo the moon

eyes pierced by

smoking needles

Desire, dominance,

spreading across time

Set the clock back

and everything's fine

But the child with

icy veins

and a fiery mind

with glowing ambition

in the darkest night

that, wild mind

that visage of many climes,

furtively rising like a winter sun

sure to come

You can run

your speed checked against

the watch,

the moon,

the heart,

the waves..

But the kid prays

for her future days

While he rises

cold flesh kissed by sun rays

Four quadrants, a mask

two halves against black